No Step

No step.

No pleasing eye.

With want came all of something.

The rib of laugh,

Boneless as the whale,

Swimming deep the fruits of loin and beggar;

One less the day of Sampson,

Hell on high,

Heaven low to the crawling stiff,

Towers heart and kidney's stone,

half my own

Calf and moon to gallop on a twin;

Where goes the days?

Bok Choy spine, cloak and dust,

In this we trust.

Broad-sword tooth-and-nail

All hail all who shall hang and drip,

On pitted grave, white wine spit,

Half i cannot own,

Half-dressed beyond one naked sea,

Each word i live and breathe

As ocean, man, needle to the knave;

Vengance mine; All mine but Salems borrow;

Tomorrow drunk as hooded worm,

A Winter for the cold that burns

That turns it's locks full-cycle on his brood.

One step.

One pleasing eye;

Leaves i dare to die

Live endless to the stream,

Flows thick and thistle whistles blood,

Floods heart and ball on flowered beds.

Watch this earth turn down it's smile;

Our ghost's of ghouls now Winter fed;

Where now we beggars crawl?