had unfinished business in this place.
A card was pulled, the clock ran out
they hid me from the Usher
at the gate.
The moment of parity revealed itself
clouds parting in the middle of the night.
A super moon painted upon black ink
a startling wake with three-point-oh sight.
Foolish love, blind with lust
a misanthrope born to wait
choices run out when the roof caves in
a marigold blossom in a minimal place.
Timid earnings soft ...