Deafening Chatter...

The chatter is deafening,

This cackle is incessant as it dissipates unto the trenches of mould,

But who are you??

Standing mindfully beneath layers of brume and chill?

As I wade through this thicket of translucent noise,

The resfeber you bring forth attaches onto me,

It peaks and creaks,

Willows did feel the found predominance,

Of your unbinding meal that I was never meant to be.?

Could you be my marvel, a great reverence for my pride,?

A girth that expands with every whiff you take,?

Every touch you feel, of every hymn you scream??

Shade of mine,?

Keep crawling untoward this penchant of shadows that you birthed,?

Of unlikely foes and forest fairies ???

That left me spellbound, tearing at my grinning pain…

Leave aside your dreams for me,?

For whifflers hold no place in your scapes,

As the sandman doth lie with you,?

Let me hold your nimble palms with comfort,?

Whilst you bellow beneath this hearth of mine…