Lemons picked from frost ripened vine,
Peaches snagged from trees of serpentineGrapes enlarging to the taste
In love, we make our escapeScouring for eternity,
Recipes wide arrangedFrom kitchen to cupboard
From Scansion to stoneThe way we choose to live,
Is a promise we each can ownA shifting wind alters, confuse
Bile lurking, disguised museShrapnel from ethereal ends
Time sifts slow as motion growsLifting pressure we’ve held inside
Releasing darkness upon the dayHeated cloud
Erupting, cleansingAcid Baths alive compounding
Tears of sun, shining bright
Tears of home, our guiding lightsSoft and still the grey mist follows
Where only we ourselves would go
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