Knowing only one thing,
Made of many things
All the same, and all wrong
Confusion guided by a septic rider
Spurred on by neglect, neglectful logic
Self denial and a bovidae appetite
Ripened tongues, left on the treel
Fall and decay leaving their seeds
fauna digest the flora
Recycling philosophy
Burnt offerings
Slender pale hand
A blur of a face
A distinctive look
Peering desolate, desperate mind