Free the all and the lost forgotten
Scratched on repeat now spoiled rotten
Lost and nevermore to wake
Torn to know no whole
Ranked to spite the role
Flocks of underroll beneath the crepe’s stay flexing no dessert-fast make.
But be gone now or stay forever
From the engled strife past beyond where winter fried last fallspringsummer cast
Bummer how the comers passed
Going off past Future’s pass
Standing on you watch them go
Daring not to let them know you cannot think which way to go
But it is Monday,
And I am at the helm.