Upon the vespers stands
We took turns
To measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
Burdening time.
Bodies, blowing feelings
While filing findings
Duped at brink of innocence
Sang in an evening symposium
Poised to be the life of falling.