she relents,
        felt in squandering her words, they had value
        but then,
        who else knew their meaning

quiet surroundings,
        which the voice pierced so casually,
        never descibed, but then at the glance
        to run back to safety, inside
        the haze of blue and crimson
        where the tragedies were introduced
                
and in grip, still,
        who relinquished everything
        but the imagery in the words,
        then we shut out everything valueless, and she no different,
        places them in the best of regards,
        so the screen flickered in the absent mind,
        then the wards were as malleable as life.
        
they left them all open
with careful supervision; or we went home early
        and in delight they saw their own choices
        so we begged to be led in

        why our schemes had scarred you,
                the words, as they were presented,
                grand like the fables, so were
                we enveloped, we took the relics
                left lying atop the ground

                on rooftops, now,
                you are enveloped, covered as I press,
                we the distinguishable thing,
                under the constant approach
                        
they appeared at the grove in the distance, condescending, a child
        before them with the balloons out of his hand
        so then he would compromise
then we looked back for the images
        now several weeks too late
        or the rhetoric had worn.

or when I know she's watching,
I gave a glare and a compromise, that
        which age had brought