Seeker

And heaven close over, and arch without reason should words find themselves spat from smack lips that flecked prior to the season.


Endeavor through wonder, wading wet sticks and prior fires that sit reminiscent,
ringing through winds and chimes that reverberate over lands and seas.


Mad foreign sands cover treasures and
complex measures are taken to ensure these grails stay buried.


And yet we discover, and hell forfend!
By virtue the things we seek are found around the bend.