We, war of words; first

class wolf... well fed.

 

Seats and deals of ours; investors 

                                                     in a Trust.

My peers and partners, betting over and

under... the futile value of the future,

inside our fanatics shares.  The fantastic fan

and our question:

      whether or not would exist

                       enough flesh on this.  

 

Strings, we were.

Everywhere...mother, we all toghe3ther

Earth.

we never could embrace

              any 

                    of those; yours,

                                   forever.

 

 

 

                            -------------------------

 

 

 ...so intimate, that

they decide, to do it

with strangers.