Two things happen here: the mysterious act
of living and diction
to be spoken.
Rendering culture and wax wings
a little suffering
or children.
From the words, expressions and cadences
the questioning voice,
literally singing her an abyss.
There is the image of wintry canoodling
the landscape and a slight splash.
Dwelling inside in your head:
lost or circling the solitary cave
simply pleasant domestic
remotely gleamed.
With the tangible,
wants and needs,
the will not to flinch
sentiment
and a tactless mélange of creation.
