It’s a trivial conviction
The zephyr steals
In contradiction, it takes with it the wind
Azure surroundings from sardonic truths—
I’m left alone
Her harsh blows, they burn my skin
I can start to peel, and shed my hope
I can start to walk, walk down that road
It’s bootstrapped again and will be for time—
Time to come
Moors in dreams
Resent the rooted
The evergreen jester jests, such impudence with the rustling
It was she who felled the stature and razed my all
