Em Writing

Lust come Sear me Life try Lead To Rice fields Seldom hear The crackle Of Hearts The damper Twins Pressure Of Arts Quietus ..

Cylindrical oceans Drag from the shore And I think of you And how you have left me Battered and sore Like the waves here do The air now so thick..

To be Alone Is the find The cryptic Enviable Peace That the Sounds And the varmint Of life Deprive The solemn Breath You hold Sways you..