By Now / As Yet One adjusts to loss, while one condones the symmetry, the air with dry to meet, as yet a norm. The hype of forth. And some of us and some of it. Appreciation happens whitely. Deep love comprised without the long hop. Work demeans fulfillment. All that we could ever.
Her coincident compliance longs for. Brimming. Summa cum. *Laudate.* Crumbs under the scope. Surrender to *worked through*. As commingled and then lingering. The breezes are a comfort yes and yet. I look at her and she is. This is where I think. And this is where I pray the dream. Sheila E. Murphy