A consequence of circumstance is nigh with fury below

A sad scene swallows all the silken skies & shadows

& if I'm to be clear while in this seventh house

Patient as it nears, push fleeting flashes out

This shackled ether draws on fortune's lease by lending

A practical expression of our peace & mending

It all makes sense but nothing comes to me, the lost half

The frame is shifted just enough to see the autograph

& if I'm to be clear while in this seventh house

Silent as it nears, a fleeting flash dies out

All desire is air, its bubbles rose & burst

No relent, no despair cos wordlessness is worse

An end to sate its means in secretary keep

Tidy-souled & lean & estuary deep

Swollen static sighs between the ink & pad

Scarring a reminder that nothing's not so bad