Corderro and the Good Shepherd

i'd wandered again staring into streams of livid pools waving raptures of rushing currents startled beyond such graveness however tempted to explore even more than before i'd missed your pondering about awaiting my dashing exit away from the flock that scattered sparingly my temperament craved so much more why the gravity along led me by surprise with curiosity and grace your demeanor seemed to shield my immature nature calmly beyond a single sphere a certain chastisement lingering gently between the stone pavement a white stick hidden gestures being heard only throughout the babbling brooks gnashing against large pebbles into solid foundations henceforth creating distance an yet forming a pulley blending mind body and soul into thrashing madness mingling timelessly chafed and bruised chanting i'm back