Stained glass drips mercy onto lighted hallway floors
Silence and discomfort make wolves out of the whitest sheep
Comradely and disdain fall hand in hand, stirred but not shaken
Years pass with no hands on face-- clocks left unwound
Ice cubes sculpted in children's palms leave fingerprints that blend and fade
Nimble thoughts and shaky legs
Twice was written, none were saved
Words melt and boil-- served at a later time
The butterfly still races the train
I am Here for:
Fun an such.
Just chill out-- Stress where it matters.
