I've where wasn't

I've been a simple drunk, a holy man, and wholly inadequately appropriated.

I've been a symptom and bore simple holes in salt.

I've been the fists of too much wandering.

I've been the hope of too little faith.

I've grown accustomed and come through tar pits cleanly.

I've felt the pistol looking and loomed far from empty palms.

I've come too soon to come again and felt time travel might be a reasonable excuse for many of my mistakes.

I've from the loose grave held gravel as some moonstone hued from distant apocalyptic babbling.

I've a forceful and adulterous heir to breathing.

I've a tadpole with dragonfly wings, miraculous and reverent to rippling.

I've a length in wire unmeasurable, coiling endless fruit or organs of affection.

I've half a glass assuming something quietly more.

I've wasted this and buried directions back.