anonymity

a pet ground hog for a keep

limited to only a vertical posed stance

stylized  messages

stories I desire to tell

    my outward presentation

    who do I speak to / who do I owe my expression to




none.





I fell in love, as permitted

with a blend of the dark and fair

regardless, a pure blood / hybrid

when we touch I swore

I ran a hundred thousand miles per second





If only we were given a sky

I would let my horses gallop

my sheep wander

to tough terrains

steep, angled stones

that was why we met


that only moment shared




let me illuminate your sea of black

like those creatures

no name to be consumed

no face to be remembered