Via Picture Frame

            Picture via frame

            Timelines render figures of black

            Silent, swift, messy

            Turn a blind eye

 

            Go draw your mind

            Insane they are

            Foul in scent, yet aesthetic in sight

            Calm so they appear

 

            Feel trepidation slither up your spine

            Only to break a vine

            A nerve trumpets pain

            Sudden in shadows

 

                So they name

                Not one but two

                Who are you, voices echo

                All around, things fade and mix

 

                Entwine the bricks

                Confused and stunned

                What can they say

                Just come and play

 

                Find my gaze through the maze

                Over the hills

                Through the bails

                Hurry, hurry, come say hey

 

                Ground in moss

                Gone and lost

                Where did you go

                Stepped inside so you did

               

                Clever they were

                Trapped you are

                Come come so they say

                Via picture frame upon this day