Talk talk and tell tales

Your lips show lessons

Have taken or not

And controlling the future

Is what death grips are for

Wading through it, your noise

Is tricky tricky and true

Cause fear falls fiercely

Out your mouth

In mostly correct conjecture

But 10 of 500 words

Make the reader

Cock their head sideways

As confused celebrants do

And I have to wisely question

If you are a harbinger of hope

Or a sure sign of senility

I just don’t know

Even if the writing

Really is on the wall

Supernatural filters

Cloud it’s legibility

Today