feathers stroke walls lost in the depths of a dark sea

a grotesque thing came to life with such a complacency

 

love and desire are not so so much alike

one comes with vows and the other with just a strike

 

when you look with your eyes you don’t see

i don’t want to bewitch you as much as i want to be free

 

féculence is féculence no matter how embellished the word is

but if you like the word then féculence it is