Distressed and Elegant With Untied Hands We Stay and Savor the Sound of Dusk
Lament for a needle in a crowded room
Figure of the earth elegant and frightening
Locust stalker capable of being drawn into strands
Bordering upon the supernatural like mucus
Sound of the nightingale. Stay and savor strict boundaries
Leave early to touch spurned core, gather weak dirt in thin hands
On distressed days you untie and arrange friends
Writer/s: Anne-Eris
