The floes of heart tore them to a word reread a sentence; all three word’s that script my breast to the ageless, where Neptune were servant under silhouetted light. Inherent of Venus, them to those remembering a display, your silent way. Waxed liberty and her world became to age, the foreign martyr, in making there way in wane, tonight my living a love, show residing diversion. The must remaining we’re cold to war, martyrs sheet to lay sail, her implied bounty, evermore to a reef, scored boundless a word if phonetics drawing no meal; substance the increased silent roar. Rounding the world to them in caption, a generation presented to surpass her rewrite, placing to a glass-plane, a reef caught to shatter, for Venus, her light shone them words, sentenced alone, floes lesser end brought in her Sun to midnights light.

2020 Adam Blewett ©