Edge Forward
Oct 31, 2020
Decorate the soul
And wander freely
To tilt the chaos
Into its hidden pouch.
Reach through
Where heavens spent
Such anxious times
In the bowels of deceit.
Taken above
No final journey
As the detours sprout
This threaded disease.
Cornered into decisions
That leap over
Much sanity that glimpses
The errors of its way.
