Sojourned wit of the weddings of forests; adduced He/She/They not censored or transferred
There, in the everlasting joy of day
stands forests and house sweeps
looking for meaning in glass out its tribal vehicle
traitor-lasting troubadour earthen quakes carrying no leverage
thousands of pleas leave no warmth for their resting place
in the middle of sanctimonious agust ashtrays
there are stars waiting to be born, spezzare falling hearts
waiting to become vacant parlors, adroit in the Aspen of the seas
where shelves never scream of moon dust or de-mote the approaching sailor,
and on an elicit ready wedding, trailing doors rob motionless attorneys
now the women and men arrive with horses and elk to return upon the cities and towns
crying that was refuted before human judges, crystallized in dying amber trusses
once restored they will leave violators at harbors to their kin under a shell
bluffing on the tree post of all frequently fired saints
becoming a wife to the gentry of quaking sand tales
where life pods have no meaning, beyond weather in the Savannah
and the weighted balloon leaves no room for human error
and the climbing of trees break the branches on the highest reaching try
faster repercussions destroy the once bold celebration of all kinds of abuses
when the wars arrive on United States soil and rock
the destruction will leave trucks upturned, troubled concrete, poles tossed
only the slightest provocation to wedding adders, wishing and stirring
reframed constituents border on pale line of engrossed journeys
not having protected the children and tortured each summation of the violated before God
shipped in lightening posts where the grace leaves fractured July
disassembled too late for the kingdom of firefighters to bequeath stirred wells
life coaches abrupt in the thousands, never gambling, or provoked by thoughts
just this tree leaf leaving all smoking assemblies in the courts behind to get married again
dream disposed on laundry wit and counter-cash equivalent sarcophagus
I am left with a broken heart as members of clay-weighted disasters
esteem among muddy troughs in the darkened places to come
where I have asked and been told the less of less will not be allowed to hurt each other
the consequences of violent life no one should ever see or assess