swollen pride recovers
nine sides revolver
capitalize on disturbing
remember recalling short order thoughts
hell i even forgot about this
punctuation
rebuild a pattern wedded in bliss
to an olive branch
pleasant greens through lids
it was easier then
from pen to keys
paper to screen
i left something behind.


again i'll repeat a theme with the same words, rearranged.  the same thoughts filtered through the same screen, fine grain, loose.  read this back one hundred times, find this number one to nine.  call me out.  i'll go on, right back, forever my swan.  i can leave blanks where saying what i mean would be easier.

i was pretty sure this would happen.  i was sure it would i could and then some.
predilection pretends to guide my hand, but reality rules all in the end. and if this made sense to any single one of us, and I mean us, would it matter less.  hidden and yet more for me.

i want one more.  i want one more, made easy.  time once was this was easier, time once was i could take this further, or maybe that's a burden of memory to hide my fear.