The World was consciously Bought
seen Hemmed in like my life
a cheerless mess made of those words
descendant codes of stolen lips
prematurely enough
took on words
the back of never
to cover hands on a swing
You are your leather
News Of God knows
coming next child
a stitch intrudes
conducting time
struck me
Wrap their new houses
life tends to Immerse the pain
a terrible code would contemplate a fool's baby