Was there a chance for expelling deepest contoured surfaces of heart?

Skies warn of events foreboding blatant larks;

Look without perceiving shrewd veils,

listen without hearing invented tales,

feel without touching unnecessary guiding rails,

pace one's self;

No reasoning in hurry,

you'll only lather-in more worry,

spare your light and keep at bay the need to scurry;

Exasperated spray of moon,

disappearing obscenely quick and soon;

Spree arsenal against demanding foul slights,

escape bile encrusting's weaving plights,

your worth a mile of star-light,

ever shining wide,

forever sparkling bright.

TZ