To be honest
All of this dust
The created dawn that settled with dusk
….oh wait now do you smell that must
A mint musk?
But this unsettled rug that it was swept under has to GO
As the repeated words rephrase the rhetoric days that played
Doing dances around with romances that craved
Playing on the past enticed desires
Ohh–that fire–you’ve played
Another ring around the rosey with the chances you’ve caved?
An ill approach at the tomb it raids
—back to the subject –lets not forget the unestablished ; a stressed out public–
To the offense
of this dust–the created dusk that dawned with a musk—-
Mitchell, Tierra (ae)