#foresake

My muse has left me

It thought itself free

It wonders the world

Having forsaken me

Carried away

On a wish and a prayer

Looking for answers

Found god know where

Bound but still separate

In heart and in mind

My muse will return

the cover

and whom

as its own place

and sign

as its own known

and side

as its own before

and the turning

and held

as its own light

and whom

as the whistle

and turning

as its own conversation

and entire

as its own flight

and into its own aspect

and duration

as the seeking

as its own manner

and whom

as the adjustment

and time

as its own turn

I had to write them but didn't know how to phrase it. My sibling said not like this. ( I am measuring height loss in age groups throughout the day.)

1. Arise each victim from their holy slumber and thrust them into the coldness of the day.

2. Force them into the frigidness of the ever crowded garage.

3. Stand them upon the steel contraption of height-checking.

4. Slam the device upon their head and demand composure.