Country mile
Unknown swift the weather changes a swoon
Lost in fragmentation of smooth
Travelling by foot
Each second a constant adrift
I find myself relaying the similar story in mind
Turn and turn again
For memory reels in again and again
Listen; bespoke she whispers to me
A thousand truths and a thousands lies
Not to mention the meaning of either
Wandering whether
Each stitch is drawn to close
Blood still seeps - leaking; Soaking soaked.
Solemn draws night
Dotted white
Lost again I feel
