i think of words of longing

i think of words of longing

i think of farewells 

and her blurry image

still stares at me

through the windowpane

my senses 

still deceiving, 

a proud glare receiving

mildred enchantment

through this dismantlement 

of the self

         in here they ate the sun

where the edge

hath overcome the bends

moving spirits standing, the devils prime surveyor

down the street,that betrayer

sinful betrayer grinnin'

fantasies are now weapons

everybody got one for themselves , 

our fistful memories 

used to overthrow the ones who lead

foreshadowing 

how the untold tale ends

wooden horses, now alive

and rambling 

over desert landscapes