When is a corpse a corpse, of course? Morse code flashbacks to stacked racks of SOS klaxons.
Fresh Tracks In Snow.
Forgo Enlightenment These Days,
Ways to maze my ways amazed or not.
What begot love is fraught with curses of ending.
Tyrant,
Hungering Evermore.
Brash or lax didacts masked as dictata or dictate.
Rebates on state or status,
Praxis asked in axed crass actors.
Was never a hero in the first place.
Villain still in denial,
Instilled with trilling thrill seeking,
Filed ills,
Crumpled bills.
Parse this.
Farce, this.
Sparse Yet Sharp,
At start.
