a consequence of circumstance is nigh with fury below
a sad scene swallows all the silken skies & shadows
& if i'm to be clear while in this seventh house
patient as it nears, push fleeting flashes out
this shackled ether draws on fortune's lease by lending
a practical expression of our peace & mending
it all makes sense but nothing comes to me, the lost half
the frame is shifted just enough to see the autograph
& if i'm to be clear while in this seventh house
silent as it nears, a fleeting flash dies out
all desire is air, its bubbles rose & burst
no relent, no despair cos wordlessness is worse
an end to sate its means in secretary keep
tidy-souled & lean & estuary deep
swollen static sighs between the ink & pad
scarring a reminder that nothing's not so bad
