GHOSTLY FILAMENTS.
Ghostly the filaments, as they pass thru the breeze.
As I stand here, naked amongst the trees.
Channeling life's, explosive rights.
Whispers ov the winds, takes us for it's night.
Loneliness ov the lights, pulls us back thru this sight.
Visions that will not reveal, ov channels that which [ Guests cannot view attachments ] repeal.
Shielded by the obscene, manifesting the unique.