Will it matter more
to reach a frantic hold
when we fall


I consider the statements
stamped crossover tales
which regards no one else


is it in the longing
we've found  a grace
to be put aside


is it in the timing
of hearts that do align




there is light
beneath your tounge
in your eyes
a twisting squirell


and there's just silence
when you are near


a cat plays with my tounge
a two bit piece played by none


a havoc I wreck completly



I gather bits and pieces


"Broken shards amend!"