Express. The words that came
Rushed, agonized, and twisted.
Finality adjustment, make your choice,
The latent fire-breathing
Is pressed onto your window –
No matter how you correlate
Beliefs against the scales.
I’d lift my hand up to the roof
And watch, alarmed, adjacent to the terror,
How steam is rising from the icing pond –
Its bottom littered with last year’s leaves
As much as with neglected fears.