Crease

Sign on the line,
Set at ease,
Eager for time,
Answer to please.

A knot untied,
A loop suppressed,
A minds eye,
A soul possessed.

Forgive me not,
Forget me when,
Forlorn the rot,
Forget its summation

What we think,
What we feel,
What we sink,
What we instill.

It is what it is,
Some could be,
In seems of bliss,
In iron hot crease.

FenniganT 8/24/10