RMC

Conversing tightly

lipped I whip I quip

my lip is zipped tight,

fight as my skin I rip.

Seen so many games

I have no qualms all

I see has a meaning

I know traps and falls.

Forgive me hesitant

I step a little step far

is the reach nonsense

I know a trip bizarre.

I see angels and arms

sweet with fashion.

I love theories of love

and time I take ration.

Make a mirror strong

it won’t reflect all I

seek is maligned fine,

I see terror in all eyes.

But I stay strong fast

is a worry but it pasts.

Until the whims carry

past my head I crash.

I feel a drill it thrills,

quietly run past a past

I live in whispers lips;

my fervor strength lasts.

Fortune tells me list my

best days I will pray all day

I know painful risks harm

so I always maintain.

I know thrill kills

little parts of me I see

the ocean open rivers

so I flow calm gently.