An Erected Roundabout Realising

Breath, the veil of innocence 
- Your eternal protection 
Intending reflection, reaching back, 
Only you can ever know that. 

Intention, our cradle 
- The only transfixion 
Becoming contemplation, seeing forward, 
Lonely erected as the ever lasting state. 

Revelation, crafting sense 
- You're only deflection 
Realising hesitation, forces, saviours, 
Lastly you shut back down for fate. 

Joking as the genesis of memory 
- Sinking sideways restriction
Breaking resistance, taming continuance, 
Solely at the end of the will to create. 

Breathing innocence, 
— A joke for the genesis of memory