Love by Max Elliot

no matter although indeed I'll unravel
and travel, and twist, and drown in babble
I'll light a lantern in my skull
if you'll curl up in my skeletal shadows

the architecture is uncertain
sometimes just a weird mcript
needing 10,000 revisions
under some diety's guidance

there are no more leaves to rake
we have reached the s
love is knocking at my door

faithful, young, dignified
renaissance porcupines spit
but here we sit on a swing
drinking their grins again

there are no more leaves to rake
we have reached the s
love is knocking at my door
love is knocking at my door