Curator

Lets let this thought resonate.
As I sit four hours
You are Death's incarnate
Museums in your name will captivate

And when phantasms peak
I have pondered many things
Devulge, To only me you will speak
Do I dare
And unspeakable Questions compell me

Eyes cast along the withered ocean
I'm speaking for myself
and seeing it for you
You missed nothing
As soon as I am missing you

Tranquilize me so I can reprise it all
in my dreams deep
fall
Tried to cast out some senseful energy
Contemptual to real lies
You are as recpetive just as I
Still Questioning my ability, my stability
of emotional intranquility

When solace perished
not only for an eigth time

Still pondering the ink that stains your imaginary nerves


False dillemated eyes
Yet again-----Breathe---and reprise
Did you sell your soul, Haven't asked me
And yet, still
Bleakness in my eyes

Muses and eyebrows compose you
As compure is found
Perculiarity of
what resonates with me
It sets in again--Reprise
Museums of embossed human frailty

Sounds so sweet, it is almost insincere.........