AtLast_[07]

>> Adrift << In affection Rejection As arms reach out to me.

Of sentiment, Resentment. Still, arms reach out to me. Devotion, love, Old fervent graces, Each declining memory Traces hands held out in air, Without a grip or grasp Of my despair. Simple folk reached out to me With gestures of accord. But, I could not esteem a hand Held naked of its sword. Charming words Disarming Herds of tattle listening prattle heads To their unembattled cattle's end. Arms embracing alms Have preached

As arms have reached And breached before, Credence spent While I was trusting, then.

In alignment, Confinement. At arms, Reach out to me!