fifty two

I wish speed brought the leaves down
Tuxedo for the king in storage
Passion brought low
A heart suspended over the pillar
The diamond injured a bystander
Struck it echoes eternity in the bones of yesterday
Clear the queen from the chamber
Islands in stars shift for pennies
A bigger standard means smaller choices
A moment brings me closer to realizing the purpose I was sent here for, childish prose issue commands in languages I do not yet understand.  Let me see the face of a backwards star, it shines to erase a shadow in reverse.  A moment can relax cold hands for the sake of brevity.  It's not where I thought I would be, but it grows inward towards the heart.  Twenty two varaitions in the ivy, grow and reach the sun, it's only gloss.