How guidance, flairs, it beats, the fallen track, it looms, it traces, it fumes, it dims, it peaks, it lashes, it pulses, it is a sweet liquour that returns my freedom sane. The tilt my eye, the suffering same, I know, the guidance flicker stem, the sweet nectar, is it suffering — still — my sweetheart clear?
How guidance, it flows divine, and dims to a fashioned swallows flash so hurt, to fallen gasp, the hurts gasps ending might sows, and the blue whisper, the fume, the wilthered safety, in the flashing fume, lit pairing, the loft to sow more, the sweet nectar my hands reaped sands timeless neat, yet I, what is the beat?
Can you shelter, the timeless wine, the guidance flame, the wicker, flickers timeless beat, the hurt grain brought to ecstasy, in anger crop slow, and flash, the beat fallen to an upper mantle, the liquour in ecstasy stripping the flashing loom to a priceless waste, the eyes upward trend, the gasps hid obey, and clouds of mercy, the a gasp, again hid clay…
or the stability alone — how capture — a loom, one pluck
Oh John, how steal thee, a capture theft, the sip welter tame, how shelter knees telt wells, to the offbeat light, the capture stare?