A slip of the tongue
A perception
Of a thought
A fraction caught
Through the slit
That was won
Lost the guidance
Of a reason
Long built
Damn guilt
One more season
Of silence
The distance
The timing
The linger
Says "timber!"
To rhyming
All instants
Fast and frail
Instead
Of pure pride
Went to hide
On a bed
Full of hail
And in silver
Absence
Sings on repeat
A soul beat
Intense
Shiver
