On the surface of it was the waiting in the field

With the sash and serving, was it giving or deceive?

Don't get caught

Act of play

In submersion

With the clawing wind

In the session of the giving

In the session of it

In the self-indulging cardinal

In the waiting of the growing fields

I could know where the silas grows

Still it seems locked in sprawling stain

Slide back into the bevy slew

Gnash the bones to wring the stone for all it's got

Crawl lightly to a single spot

Focus small to find the call resolved in you

On the surface of it was the waiting in thе field

With the slash and serving, is it giving or dеceive?

What do you perceive?

In the session of the giving

In the session of

In the self-indulging cardinal

In the waiting of the growing fields, growing fields