K.R.

I've been away a long long time

Wrestle below the blurry line

I never want to make these mine

Out of the ashes one by one

Clutched in the grip of an ornate slow burn

I never want to make that turn

And I want to do nothing

And I want to do something

And I want to do away

Hand on the tomb in the willows shade

Reaping the web the elusive laid

How can the mist that's you be tamed

Low in the room my shadow hangs

Sober the hands from which you came

Wavering truths will end up frayed

And I want to do nothing

And I want to do something

And I want to do away