Hazy Acres

Willing to shift in person 

To say the right things 

No longer matters 

Intolerance helps 

Directly 

Over the edge

No flow in that place 

Dark during the day 

Dark internally 

Words to fill the air 

Spaces with things not making sense 

Leave now 

Until it grabs a hold 

Two hands shaking the tree 

Another spell erasing itself 

Spiraling 

In the bottom

It smells of fiction 

Each morning 

Difficult 

Questioning 

Another journey somewhere else 

Live there 

Away from it

Remove the memory 

Much the same way 

As before 

While your chewing words

You cannot say 

Lacking honesty 

Truth hanging 

Over the fire 

Dangling a game 

Zero spark 

Zero Left

Zero 

While moving on 

Peacefully