You

its been four years
what more do you want
it’s been for tears
this endless haunt
the ghost who hears
a whispering count
tumbles my mind
with more than i thought
to chase a phantom
into a plot
is a place for who
and a want of knots
i based my heart
on the sound of parts
and paced my feet
to rhymes of art
to find the place
where a chase of days
burned into means
and hazy ways
i turned the tales
of head to toe
and placed a rock
where pebbles grow
to hear the sounds
of long ago
and put my X
on flickers glow
to sign a seal
for the candles know
what really reveals
where hallowed snow
came 

to become a row.

and a " how
have you been,
my friend "

is what it takes to know,

You.

.
.
,
dont mind me
i’m just having more
strange conversation

and a little spooky action...

just to mention

that distance 

is what is

relative

Updated: today

because I know

You're reading.

~Nicoala

a new tone and

a 'knew' wave d;