I relive
Sparingly
Through the filth
Through the grime
Sewn silent and shut

For the sake of myself
And the stride of my day
Those long rotten trails
Are burdened
With rain and mist

I mustn’t return in wrath
To the wrecked worlds I’ve spun
In childhood sorrow

For those trails are swallowed
Mossed over and dead
And to yearn is to drown
In a stream of regrets