Rides the Tender Herd

Halving her heart, hoping to find -

Fits and schemes 
roll me roll me.
Rides that tender herd.
 
Fickle skitters
swinging low 
crashes into infernal, 
savors the absurd.

Correctness, 
deflectness -
insurrectness 
I huddle at their door.   

For a melting  
of this feen evil eye,
gapes and goads
after yoke of sky. 

Birdy for breadth - 
Fight down 
wan rigors 
smut with death.

Swarms of resurrection. 
Another onslaughty 
misdirection ?

Staggering wake 
of mysterious intentions,  
resolutions underset
at night;

Lowers the splade
spoon and blade
mischiefs raid
distant and contrite.

Jaw dangles 
when confounded, 
misery astounded 

Terror defies
smuggles and dies.
Dancing on a rope.

Love campaigns
splendors in vain 
in spite of life 
and death and hope.

Halfway divined 
on banks of Rhine
halving her heart
hoping to find -

A pathway between 
the merciless 
and sublime.

Heart in mouth,
walks that line.