Watered Memories

Allah why for doth thou not release me? Why for doth thou not give thy suffering uncertain salve slave servant gift embrocating oblivion? Spread spent substance upon far windswept horizons dispersal be burnt burial negating non-existence. Wherefore lies soul source-focused escape? Candle flame snuffed seeks no consequence epitaph engraved where none clinging can know. One felt whip lashed words etched in blown volcanic ash Cast Forth In Contemporary disembodied rejuvenating waste. Why for must pain sustain rage ravenous race? Release is cranium craved like; lost hypo-addicted soul sucked sweetly forth upon poppy seed waste. Elysian fields entered cannot wash out such twisted inspired un-built watered memories. Copyright © Terence George Craddock