so untimely defeated by the rinkles
in the sunless dress

the heart shoots sockets like
bullets through a catapult

relaying on the last moment
to fuse the undying version
that cradles the hope

of getting back,
getting back to you

mysterious in a forms of circles, and flatten boundaries of sun rays
I am hidden by the virtue you forgot to speak the one afternoon
i forgot to put the lock on the window