The lavish comforts of a screaming bed

The widening constraints of a friendly banter.

The Ridden errands of a wall:

Break down as the earth shakes.

Blowing away in the tumultuous wind

A slight shriek blinds out the writhing skin.

In a shallow cottage by the brook

A riveting breath lays down the magnificent, brimming

stone of self-sufficiency.

A shivering drop lays down by the amber hue.

Of the fall;

Cautious, as it feels the life it is.

Hither tither, it flits about leaning in to the brook.

A whiff of the silver, it dreams to be

Sintering gold that yearns to thee.

Ridden by a daunting doppelganger,

A whinnying horse resonates through the smoky sea.

Spinning in a dizzying circle,

Lies a thread knitted by a gleaming stick of silvery metal.

Leading in through the blackened soot

The rhythm of the clockwork oxygen sighs.

For written in the marble are sintering inscriptions,

Of the yellowing future.