At Your Spirits Behest

Do you demand my lies, instead of the truth Do you hem and sigh, or stammer uncouth Does the word unfiltered, get trapped in your brain Does the message uncovered, then wash down your drain Does the time spent looking, measure time well spent Does the verbal unlocking, pay your spiritual rent Are the memories you wished for, within the time you invest Are the feelings you hoped for, —at your spirits behest (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)