Lost dogs and gentle sheep,
the sunset on your brow:
all this, and more, I never know
and nevermore shall keep.
Cuz I'm a lost cause
Gus tossed a rhyme cuz
Fuzz lime a cost cuz.
Crow-foot eyes black sparkle with a name,
Whispering winds sea storms subsiding,
Nothing is something is nothing again.
Ill-neglected work; falling sunline on windows
Cracking inwards out, silent shout prayer
Unseen. Unknown. Unheard. Unmourned.
Life - is control - of controllables
The letting go losing of variable.