let beauty dream
as I am a burned whispering poet girl
a random attic soul; a clichéd puppet
and genius prostituted as finite hearts
can you dance for new night...
long and never see write or wrong
fight time
talk of stories
of full days through a skeleton like angel
one ferment ghost finding holy pages
tell her stories of a women
that time will find and seal spidery fate
investigate obedient behavior
never become the nightmare of a novice