Son's Thoughts

For the one my window hides in its view… – to enlighten me if my love’s
real, or that faith – what’s more bitter than the late spring – i forgot to
live, seated in one of their fucking trains – yes i forgot to live seated in
one of those – and when the world is left i don’t need an inscription to
remind for these things – if it’s washing away, well, you know what –
praying on one’s knees – before – bring salvation for every soul – i forgot
to live, seated in one of their fucking trains – yes i forgot to live seated
in one of those – when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself –
gone into its own walker – and every shadow has its bearer of shadow – every
shadow has its bearer of shadow – (a son with the thought of not standing
his demise – still afraid of getting a lethal dis ease) – and the clauses
they were, they were all without reins – though didn’t want to lose, didn’t
want to lose my heart – somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily
consciousness – the thought of not standing a dis ease