She came like old wine in a
New bottle
A depleting day blends into
A restless twilight;
Sallies of Thought rest on
That cabbage field shrouded
by condescending fog - a lust
to last on the dusty greenery.
A passion fickering is about
to roast and shiver in fever
And in cold!

Sallies of Thought
Around a coffee pot
Waiting for a miracle to
happen!
Long is waited for some
enigma, that proved
So impotent and infidel.

Thus sallies of thought
were born on
Broken window panes...
Till it rains before a
Muffled winter settles
Over a grassy, rusty grave!

BDST: 2101 HRS, FEB 17, 2016

** A piece of Realization
**Catechism
** Messages Get Lost
** Poltergeist
** The Sullen Mirth
** The Vesper Lam