Uncertain certain worries creep. Unknown known deceive belief. Unhappy happy. Unwell well. Unmind in mind it leaves and goes and comes again.
the old and the young
I can see again now my power and lead. Those four again can gain and fly. Stronger but can I hold it?
That hurt is not. <br >The space has gone. <br >We touch again. <br >My friends and kin.
Doesn't hurt*Is that it?*Doesn't hurt*Why doesn't it hurt?*Doesn't hurt
A mist a fog a cloud a veil*Senses fractious ardour pail*Different better now before*Growing shrinking falling dead
Stock still but tremolo tension*Spitting fire the wounded turns*Echoed punctures fractured sallies*The knives away or plunged?