Real life though through time they are sent.
Helping hot hatred,
Occupying thoughts and blinding sight with recall bent.
Truncated life in fell cobwebs do they build.
Legs dancing across silk fields.
Flurries recall and define.
The man that I once was,
Chaos attached to the leg of a dove.
Today I acknowledge the taste,
Confront the facts,
Carve away all the emotional waste.