Let's admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree. I'm caught in the twisting of the vine. . Go ascend with ivy climbing. Ignore and leave for me. The headstone crumbling behind.
I'll lay me down tonight. Much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This art does drown. . What follows me as the whitest lace of light. Will swallow whole, just begs to be imbrued.