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