time sets in on
everything
(and everyone)
at
sometime
and everything
(and everyone)
is either let go
or
let go of
the shelves
are filled in
this house
with the
outgrown
and the
once upon a time
pictures are lovely
do you dream
ever walk along the seinne
with the lofty heady
feeling
that this is more
than you
have a right to
ever be locked in a
graveyard
without
an ounce of
fear
ever gestate a dream
that you could not birth
till
every
pregnant
thought
might hurt you
do you dare birth
into this plane
that which
you will
shelf
after everyone has had
their hands
all
over
it