Oh shall I committed as a sinner
no, I will still question

knees writhed, 
teeth grounded,
hands compressed against themselves,
ears scratching escaping from parsimonious, unfulfilled wishes

I then converted as one with the land
conversely, tiny rock thou shall presume

The four Anemoi wraths cut through this rusty flesh
aggressively reached through the shattered spines
bitter touches accompanying with thou whispers
I sure was trembling

oh, I pray I was delusional,
oh, I pray, wishing my eyes were as parched as a badlands,
oh, I pray until my craving has been satisfied,
till then, I shall show no sign of grief.

ironically, I exhume the old shell, descending to the melancholy hill,
dear lord, I cried,
I glanced over,