Believed And Frightened Poem by mike kyle

Shrinking, lifting me. The softer I see you the more I believe. Shriveled lines among severed veins. Quoth since great revelry amongst thine rights. Can you see? I left me arriving once, twice, and over to be seen accordingly with our descendants. Where hast thou gone to play? Save it for future expenditures rightfully again.

Come believe and I will capture my creations in flamboyant paint. Believe, create, be seen, roll the sporadic natured son in with my wind. Here, it stands. For against all predisposition you fail to recognize me coming alive between worlds. Alone, shunned, me and again.