and so it goes with
every reason to not know
i can press, glide and circle
from present to past
looking down like
red eyes should
so i might
claim a little correctness
to fill in the pot holes
of the neglected
captured like light
should
and not the 0's and 1's
of the eager etched
yes that present
to which your will
so seemingly could have
succumbed
it's not like you're
the only one
and so it goes
the tides turn
and numbers compute
the mathematics of living
in this metaphor and that symbolism
like a body better know at best
in single armor and strength attributes
like a lady
never admitting
ill-repute
broken like a sentence
and a first impression
the bed of collection
no i won't be afraid
