esquires are ordinary swords of olden days wreathed and sheathed up in masterful masterstrokes of fences, matchlit matches made matchmakers out on the lawn as the dawn yawns over us, and we sing, do we ever sing
dawn breaks and the glass breaks and ————————glass shatters-
the glass rains down on the morning, there’s a beauty to that? it’s hot out, humidity is an oppression in its own right but depression is its own fight and which takes precedence? all’s in residence and reticent but you’re here in the morning (the afternoon) ———————————-`it’s always morning in tokyo`-
i made some promises that i kept, i had some honesty that i left, and once it’s gone it never comes back; i had some dark chocolate that i kept, decrepit leftovers wept over, (but that’s over)
