Chapter of traps fear
They are but a thought in will
A shrill of dearest heat in dawn
Come they old young to the edge
We speak in riddled truth
How did they walk?
Fire and rain months racked brain
Locked in class
Hold the voices rasp on wings
Are we but cold heats wistfulness
I cry out in a whisper of hope
Can others in the world see
Well we all look forward as they look back
In desperation we ask what can not be answered in fear
There is no time to wait
It’s all gone written on slate the words
They want in eye’s gray
I move on the slope of thought
It is the mountain that falls so deep in to the end coil
We are they
They us in write distance
Chapter of traps fear