Friars

Night Circles- Stephan Micus    
   
(Funny how sometimes the narratives you grew up with aren’t always going to be the same narratives that usher you into the new world; I’ll come back to that but the world as you know it is subject to change at any time.)    
   
And the    
Trees    
Operate on    
All    
Ailing    
Sides of    
Bergamot    
Heart in    
Orange    
Abandoned    
Shore    
Waters of    
Midnight    
Friars and    
Cold cocked    
Leaves    
Severing.    
Severing,    
Severing off.    
Into    
Mouth like    
Rivers    
Wholly    
Searching its    
Womb for    
All the warm and    
Friendly    
Faces it    
Ever    
Needed to    
See.