but this is not Who I am
this is not what I dreamed I would be . . .

nor even where I would LanD
the andraLeka angeLs have
wrecked haVoC with my fate

foot of fancy
fleet of feetS
on the outside looking into my
former life . . .

so many forked paths I wrongfully chose

a fallen book of purity
gathers no Dust

of intentions Lost
within the confines of
immeasurable LuSt . . .

he is into she

as they into the piNkness of skies at dawn
listen to the lover's yawn

from the.....
secret days and forgotten
ways

of time gone by