Hex

i've been writing like i've been possessed my goal isn't money my goal isn't success but i know that my world would unfold if i were told you no longer trode upon it's soil or to allow mud to come between your toes or your nose never to steal a sniff off of a newly bloom ing flower but i will always write of you and always about you so dance your fairy dance around a ring of mushrooms that only come out at night and so showing me the door that will take me to the king of the wee folk or lore but he can no more do what he didn't do the midnight before and so sour and sore from kneeling in prayer's form i beg not to be asked visage no more to my yes occipital lobe as mechanics become viewers and i can see the Titanic sink below the waters that she walks upon