Lead / words / 2011 / Line

Sting serpentine ritual
	High accord
		She sung to me
			Her song.
	I uh just form here.
		And then.
		Magic happen.
		In this space.
		Where we were once.
			Proud and
		Independent.
			Without the aid of others.
	Spiral happenstance.
		A dance.
		Mm.
			Wings unfurl.
		On the outset.-ide.
			Oh, you want me to finish this sentence?
			Well, I have been known to plow forth.
			To break the seal
			Of a sacrifice.
			It’s a big deal.
			Some might say.
				Don’t look at us.
			Look at those that support you.  Dawg,