Hazy Acres

Over and over 

Pop ups

Little tid bits 

Messages 

Or no

Something has to come

Non smooth occurrences shaking the stones 

Of the small bags containing the collection 

Precious stones

Facial tenderness 

Color 

On a limb 

Falling dead in the transition 

New months for the end 

New months for the beginning 

Here we go again 

Further 

Shortly 

Controlled without eyes 

Hurtful truths 

Hurtful 

And you administer the new poison 

Dashing through 

Sprinkle the dust 

Fire in an open field 

Storm coming 

After the storm 

Chances to embrace it for it has nothing to offer 

In the bigger pictures 

Fleas