At what rate?

She fumbled yelling @ what rate?
I stared upon her, flesh gazing lucidly.
Spiralled predicaments.
In the path with.
Bandwidth?
The blood type.


Bloody Forward.
Being urged
Transpired.
This moment recollect.
To reach oblivion.

And what shall continue,
If [each] these wings, Expire?



Having risen
This leverage
Excuses downfall.

Thrust, Object captured.