poetry along the shaken pathway<br />wipe at the walls of my home<br />dealing with disordered silk<br />a saddened wreath day<br />with the congealing salts.<br /><br /><br />Come with me personally to the death of belts<br />using its tremulous create<br />This windy warmth of your body and carrying serenity condemns me<br />with it's sanguine wells like heart and brow<br />and rough waves like brow and roses<br />I'd like you to light in my hand<br />amid the frivolous bolt of the lightning.<br />