A walk in the dark -- 'One time penny man'
A veil, dark ribbons, of water, fall
on pale poured milk, my silk moon shawl,
which wraps round frail wood, green stains all,
makes tail roots dirt down deep and crawl
in self-sought trails, till my soul sprouts tall.
“Your legs are no longer but you walk just the same Your charm is a pleasure yet an ever changing cage It’s like I walked into a dagger, took a step back You turned around and didn’t look back Hey”
A walk in the dark -- 'One time penny man'
