between Crookn edge, Jagged curve, deaths door and o’er shadowed place..
where no one goes or says they were, some flat grass , no friendly face..
suspicious whispers, in the mind , they tell you where else to go arrive :
I, hesitant choose the ” Lesser Mile..” : stunned a crow pheasant, a grass lake, a lotus farm, dear God
what is this strip that leads me on : suspicion curiousity hunger claws / whats the deal, wheres the clause ?
No one told me, these Things e’ er were : maybe someplace else, but here ? Not here !!! Here ? For me ? These .. ?
Why didnt I know, so much Hoarding and my filling eyes…