Pit

In.



     tasks of                                       gold.







     she'll                                         toil.

           (only the hills keep their secret)



And.

     winding up                               the sacred



                                                   roads.

     SHINE EYES

                      of

                      futures

                      yet

                      untold.

In.  restless rolding                            whiling



                                                    away.

T H E   T I M E



     with refined horseplay she'll tire of silver

     end the story.  with a quickshut book

     and storm.



Keep.



     the tread                               of the foot.



                                                   awake.

(AND NEVERWHILE)



     forsake dashing wit,

     clean words



     with dirty.

     homes.



C     A     N     N     O     T                     keep



     cannot sate.



     merely

                                                    take.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Gab.

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