flee

persona. outward inward
why so concerned with death
it comes out of hiding just about everywhere now

was lying next to him inevitable
tennyson hesitates/don't spread her ashes yet

"this hope is killing you"

sisyphus pushes psyche counts
lucifer falls
but
in a world of perfection and absence of wrong what first
made him lose his balance...

rolling down and spinning round
flash of red or waiting bound
behind her veil's not sacred now
don't spread her ashes yet

deuteronomy 30