and winding wandering mills.
what are the rules of this unfamiliar world?
Sink into my harmony
and dance my dance darling
a chilly breath
a forlorn glance
and a sole heart wielding blindly
who wins a fight against a blindfolded soldier?
Cloak your reality in a steadfast act
The fear is swallowed,
the eyes silenced.
There must be a horizon
along this blanketed foggy mass
somewhere.
somewhere.
somewhere.
-AJM
