WINE AND GATES

Table Manners And Enable Matter's, Monster's?

meandering, to voice
the turns in a rage to dwell openly
confirmation in the sound of frustration, by these coy
shoes, we know the marriage of disdain for a worldly key

share, or same the mad choices
we delve to a rational of cause, for out the heroism of since
active or actual, the lips of liberty to intone a reign, of said
doors and foreign questions, the tale of morose sigh's, the logic in the bend

love is a rarity here, the future in a closed room for the weathering of the storm
patience and had ends of reasons to find, the must of creation in a hand to survive
pristine as a logic can be, the benign sorts of curiosity for a bite, this is no worm
even in the stare of lifetimes with a poise for each regard, kept tongues select a minds drive

tender is our few
thought wealth in clashes to seclude, habit
tradition as a walk of fame, to garner a salt or its vanity for who
taken with the measure of decency to guile and forestall a while, spite

haven't?
the soul of worth to climb and need the problem of suggestion for another you
in the callous way we determine the vices of reality to linger with days, prevented
from the eye of aged halting and shallow appetites of wind, does ever have none for good?

confused?
welcome to our risen and fair...
it is rage that tries to limit itself and others with a breath for asking enthused
mention and the convention of sense in the fold, of requiem for the weal of a stare

feeling hungry and deeming a sour push for the tastes of the land?
heaven and the candid form of leverage for a interest in the scope of things to come?
a further conscience in sated lights in the window, where a fist can call it shadow?
prepare a meal for the haunting sound of water, and see steely eyes of honor shine the spoons...


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