benevolent
{Praise the martyr, the sacred lamb. Losing finance? Let’s blow the damn.} Lay it all to waste, reclaim the land. Facetious earnings, standing fee for a gander at the hanging tree.\ /See the fruit sway without a sound, nearby h____w grave becomes a mound for the burial of his&hers. We’ve been told to scratch the surface for all its worth [possession granted by our own ruination] if you must: leave her pretty face docile, turning grey in subdued shades, revealing strains exacerbated by fables used to weave webs around her clouded head - sincerely, the only one. Constructs of linear time (passing dreadfully slow) left me to search for meaning in patterns of power lines slicing across empty optics for miles beyond my impaired vision cared to see. Perhaps the wind was right when it said to rest easy.
