Supersede me
Try your best
Hunting is over
Quiet the rest
Chores to beckon
Theories to reap
Air in the rattle
A red chest to keep
Helmet one seeks
Bugles and swords
Abscond the reasons
A wit to afford
Truths to smother
Certain freeze frame
Copper in cinder
Ezekiel slain
Musty high season
Planks tender and sore
Furtively green
Illusion a lore
Maps on the wall
Pluck, pluck direction
Kerosene king
A single selection
Addict, addict
Was it ever so
Industrial lives
Everyone knows
Sorry, amen
If you could see
Unravelling the bend
Seriously
Rigid they told
Uncomfortably none
See as far
Sold to the one
Alacrity lingers
The last to leave
The dawn adjusts
Erudite conceived
Spied pink love
Drenched facade rips
Ladder high skies
Illusion takes grip
