“I see that the one who is lost is at a loss”

Who says I am lost

“I do”

Is that so…

“Yes”

You see, me the one who you think is lost is exactly where I need to be

“And where is that exactly”

At your throat

Unwarranted words cast Upon an unwary audience. Untimely. Unexpected. Unbearable.

Unfortunately, not untrue. Unbelievable, but unforced.

Ultimately, unless uncovered, Unmask my pieces with truth. Untether, from works of fiction. Unyielding, witness my affliction.

I’ll make the unknown unveil - then you can unleash your opinion.

Everyone, everywhere, evermore Will one day take their last breath. No one escapes death. So go forth in this life And fill it with love.

Native from the Navarro Nations Truly disappointed by the truce Afraid to lose their affirmation Their power qnd their possessions

Nobody nowhere Cast out from life, down on luck Wasted potential

Stuck in abyss Nothingness brightens But abyssal grows Crushing wight bellows Bellows like a screaming chant But just my own Just dethroned With chairs of thorns And courts of horns On those of bugs Beetles burrow Till worms follow Left with scraps so hollow Hollow without flight Or just buried without fight

Any of the anythings go anywhere Until all of them go nowhere And then suddenly everything goes everywhere Until then sit silently in your rocking chair

But what about the somethings that go sometimes? Does it matter that they hardly go every time And is it surprising that most work overtime? So they can go on vacation in the summertime.

Silly stubborn someone knows no one But mostly everyone takes on something Until that something turns into everything Obsession becomes the focus of all things Tessa🦋

She loved to lock her locket around locally, locating Loch and she locked to him He loved to dock his Locker and ran around the Boch Clock, and needed a trim

She met him and locket was loosely locked, around locally with his new love who lock Who wore a locket, shaped like a rocket, that she loved to see as he ran to chase the clock

Unrest Restless Desperate to rest

Maneuvering around Isles of invoices The archipelago of unfinished items

To the promised land Perched on porcelain Resting awhile

Adrift Sea-toss’t Castaway on a ceramic shore

Somehow some way there had to be a solution to this somewhere that someone knew. And yet the kind of problems weighing on Hal’s mind didn’t even make sense to him, so if he couldn’t explain his own predicament to himself what chance did he have laying it all out for anyone else to help with? Simple, he wouldn’t. He’d just deal with it himself as he did with everything else and get the same… dubious results. Sometimes he proved to be his own greatest ally and other times his worst enemy, and it all essentially came down to a coin flip which way it would go. Confused yet? He asked his imagined audience of readers or listeners in the ongoing drama that was his existence, punched up in his own mind to make things even a little interesting to the party concerned, himself.