（Fall in

fall out

fall along）

in the first of light

past the Noachide

bodies wrapped in white

stranded every pain

baby, pasts are slain

“I got outta La Grange…”

in Hinnom

all this time

with your heart in mind

didn't you edit

in Hinnom
go, the least

and the precious feast

the in-vetted

sand it starts to steal （solar peace）

dirt and ice imbed in cheeks

（well it swirls and sweeps）
in the potter's field （you just set it）

strangers scattering （armor, down）
nether passage in the wind

（on the wettest ground）

off pennant tension ring （not to vet it）