calloused hands over troubled walls
have yet to reach the edge
cliffs and canyons
caverned and creviced
stalled in safety and cordials
hanging on to implicated emphasis
whenever inspiration runs dry
passion is inflamed by
the sirens sullen songs
sordid melodies only satisfy
this yearning heart
with a burning light and darkness
le marin is present
within the quiet stillness
and the raging chaos
overtakes the sirens content
shaking the core of her soul
making all of her feel
and nothing like it before or again
lokikone(writing) 