In a land divided by mesh
Molten dew of the furnace,
Steel grasped by ember’d flesh.
charred thro’ bone, uphold the aegis,
Fists tought, body stasis.
Cherub busks an’ orniment dwellers,
Mask privacy of fortune tellers.

When is now an’ now is when,
In times we must make our own.
Acheive the status known as zen
To keep our repressive thoughts still sown.
Even then... we are still alone.
Land divided by mesh,
Behind the line; the air is fresh...

How I linger through the streets,
A wondersome poet with no senses as guides.
the rhapsody of the nearing cleats.
Marching thro’ where the mesh divides.
How the galloping uneasy strides-
Are much quicker where the land divides,
Where the fresh air resides...

The north star my only guidance,
A bulb of light that dims my vision,
The warm moonlight absent...
Covers the clouds with a ribbion.
Which makes all else seem empty.. barren,
Until my eyes again waken,
Footprints already taken...
Elusive melodys given,
My feet below me, shaken...

-A force that qwells ones action,
Bellows an’ intesity thro’ my insides,
A leg in traction.
Through the grassy medow glides.
As the rocky hill presides;
Through where the land divides,
Fresh air and mesh resides...