accusation after accusation

the thoughts do come flaring in my direction

quaint & qualm, in reverie they snare my enemy

nearby I lift a cradle to the chest

sink my nest, divest myself of my enemies’ love ‘r’ lust

still, sinking like a pebble heavy-crested nigh dawn’s moon lo’ sunken still entrenched

I’m fiddled, wand’ring sitten oft’ around but shot too so