Appointed Unto Men
M’lovely sis went ‘way that Night, th’one meant f’thanks. I ‘membered our days o’ demise, since time’s skinnier, less linear here, count her clock, ye wise.
I wailed f’clarity inner totality, balked n’face’ve Her softer soul. I weep for them each night, b’my voices’re swallowed b’tired terrain, crackle’ve tire t’rain t’road t’pole t’midnight call t’god a saviour, gotta save’r soul.
M’last day was kinder, drowning in spel, kisses, well wishes, missions so right. What am I made of, t’know such things as a babe, n’visions each night.