By Jordan Ellis Christensen aka J.C. Ellis (Rated G)
eyes like fire
and heart like frost
mind of mire
soul exhaust
O hands are weary
O hands are idle
dreams are eerie
and dreams are tidal
palpability fades
palpability wanes
and shadows wade
o’er the inane
then to regress
to whence it came
elaps’d to destress
and wan’d of shame