slow trundle   eyes bound to forever   sunrise collected taken   under sown collection   of mirrors past   seeing from sleeping   the joys   of the newfound wing   pulling heart and soiled   wormlike drudging   in movements pictures   heavy tenfold   of an iron brigde   that will not burn   9 ft of solid mud   holding and stealing   the movement of beams   yearnings of swaying   forgotten as once more   i crawl your surface   for loss i am guilty   for this i am sorry