steep pitch
the sight
             slay the
   
 mortal
       stymied
 in elusiveness
  deep prison
   clothes
      you should wander
you should seek
  you should shoulder
the burden
                       
          clothes washed
and folded
         
            ?
no not that
                  where does the car go when it leaves
       
              desolation wilderness
       
   maybe
                It's cold out there
  you would die

             he broke the window breaking into the cabin

my adventures were far more tepid
                 I never got lost on the side
of a snow covered mountain

             where does the time go

             you can't worry about that
          did you clean the kitchen
                      did the children eat
                                          so much war
      and suffering
               
        for some reason
who plays the blame game

   everybody it seems knows
   even Kathleen
           
                   living in London