Tell me.

Notes become untrue
Life’s depths of cell
To contemplate a surviving crumb
Left upon the dreamt up claw
Woven into a thought of tale
Twisted in to submissive form
Entered into a white roomed date
Stored among soft shifting thorns
Longed to be sought after a trance
Where the pencil scratched a meaningless wrist
Of energy spent silent together with refined trees
In a space of endless lace
Tying every shoe
Just to see the swing of rebellious loose
As a clap repeated back
And the mind sailed around
A life spent in a scent of control
A remembrance a single lasting note
That echoed throughout that night
And came upon a rain
Alone among flowering flames
~Young Franklin

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