Artifacts Of Pain

My unique offer: 
I want to embrace your 
downtrodden faith. 

A continuous buzz makes 
me nostalgic of my 
rendezvous with a walking 
fern in early dawn of 
enigma on limestone. 

Would you mind to stand still 
in blue light to- 
read the unwritten command 
of astragalus? 

Where you want to 
go to find yourself in 
the black autumn of ashen faces? 

The ice. A brittle 
transparent truth of water. 
Can you walk on the frozen lake 
of eyes?