grave crime/everything spills.
the unnoticeable sounds of falling petals
approaching the ground becomes music
and it gravitates within everything
into space into consciousness
assembling the beginning of disintegration
rejuvenation of will a stubborn collapse
of the senses and within seconds
resurges the fear of losing control
now that an interruption could perform
in fierce agony a combustion disturbing this
hiatus returning me to the wheel,the cycle
the routine of existence only you and i
and this absence of everything can save this,
join the felony..
by. Lorraine