DECLINE 2
 by Taner Loup’e Conaway 11/5/16 2:11AM central time
chapter 1
Passion is as conspired more to these tools and corned darkness lay this bed all day. a vibration to bone hack and dash discharged gustatory guru songs gulches celestial guilty. Harmed to poor roar to the moon! tools fell to the rain of more of this forest… secrets of day… dew this morning no survivor’s soul gets away. ballad to pause this apex to aplomb tears saved from her grace…she scratched herself into the cracks beneath my feet…not a light of fire perfume wicked discovery is a flash past used days I hear more this music of silence. She smiles no more blood. sawed chained a sweat those dangling fingers of loss to cut my face. White light edges of my eyes peeled the shapes of the ground in to detailed found…shackling as hate glowed to force my open in (opinion). Stretched out to the dancing of doldrums…she got away with haunting me of those voices beheaded black eyes looking behind me…sliding their lips to invoke the sulk wean mess of thy own clutter. Elegance creased to fold her away…why flaked backwards leafless moving wind to the metal brace that stomped my quire. Fixing thy tie might have opened this oxide supreme jerk off to the cleaners white out of judge. “clean my way” the door behind him clinched in as a fist to the dead path of no return…of no way.  The path gone is a fade of next come down the same. Backwinded light abrade moved the soil the same. pupils more turned to forward lashes open again.   
 
Chapter 2
A normal gaze away from that chamber creeped a second life of air windowed no murdered crazy. Just a cry…without the sorry he walked to his car leaving the deep to that plane of will of killer. That deep forest under the ground of hush. 

A wailed bottled taken…no sand to water this message beyond… in vein, more to see… the life away… from hush…  music floored picture blur to this moving record belted in safety. Chaired in harm’s way. Steered to clear these pine needles and not to pass the yellow lie.