Beyond the wall scribble words inspired by back in the days when train rides rumbled across the hills got the chills when the ink spilled on paper’s teeth, revealing truth

Runes in cycles clap three times after using a candle all prepped and cool as an icicle

Planted on the ground aura blue cool light warm when close all butter and toast

Love the host assigned to the merciless sea stick to your post

A fate chose a voice played riddles

Still driving over bridges to green parks seated and restless because the bench is hard

Air has turned from rain rushing water covering grass cement mulch and heads drive past to astonishment at last