mayde in england as the snow came flying

the infinitive relationals of squares and hands

are your true love

as you leave me with a clear impression

that we were only ever meant to be

a temporary measure

the ghostliness of my redundancy

is what amuses you

a faded fancy of maternality

nurturing and tending the gathered

now renegaded to trashy low echelon

am left with no options

but to remove myself to higher states

awakeness states

that yous appear to define as delusional

what can i do...nothing

lost in zen state like a wendiland cactus

in white sand

riveted

while the hummingbird feeds

to an eventual swallow tatoo gain

i remain

a speciman who was presupposed to be

anything but a temporary measure

...mayde in england as the snow came flying