[[[compassion for the belittled]]]

[ceramiclifestyl]

winding throughways, out of control
fingers reaching out for
the warmth that shields the cold
strangling this subtle war

And trading lips, quiet nights
the painting never fades
feathers and dark outlines
kingdom of endless times

hold it 'til you can't stay for long
it's the gleam of restless desire
freeing, lifting out of the mire

draining the ever present overflow
only motion is needed
staving off oncoming drowsiness
and keeping morale low

inside the head though reveals
a bit more insight
little electric pulses dance
what is meant to be real......