Return Poem by aric wilsie

Return...
To the night
Early twilight
Mouse
Becuase
Tommorow is a
Brand new turn
For your midday
Attraction
A
Thriving bizarre
Called
To call
Upon
Harmony
Dischord
Singing to
Clinging souls
Furthering
Insta-click
Reaction to
A new album
Of unrest
Full of volumes
Sweet and otherwise
Particular
Styles seem boring
As you prepare
A weeping defense
To an honor
Born of
Bouncing
Spritely
Stones
Wishing to
Rise above
Their station
Ground
Level
Stable
Bore-ish
More or
Lessons to be taught
through a
Fools reflection
Carefully inhaling
Grey dieing truth
That hurts
Loves
Entices further desire