Lichen
The lichen knows
The lichen grows
Down from the brain
Out through the nose
Crawling covering
Lips of rose
Trailing down
This winding road
Suddenly the pace is slowed
Sprouting looms
Silken arms
Weaving webs of witful charms
Tangled strands
Latch onto sleeves
Stammering
Stifling
Smoldering thieves
Enveloping asterisks
Question marks
Exclamations
Breaking free
To salutations
Paper-like
Blown in the wind
Wispy chains
Adhere again
Flapping wings of songs contained
Subtle wrinkles
Still remain
~jummyjeenz D.T.
