We all have been busy since you departed
bound to die, have managed to party,
bound to kill cold blooded, full heartedly
tired and ill, (and) pointlessly arty.
(But) You’re all about honey and dreams disallowed
It calls for a drink to say it out loud
I saw you arrive in a thunderstorm cloud,
the line of sky smile underlined by a frown
you’re “or” in the world, hello in the hollow,
you’re solemnly drunk, alarmingly sober,
you’re August exquisitely dressed in October
you’re lost and forgotten, you’re over and over,
you’re stories unprintable, dreams disallowed,
You speak from the well buried under the tower,
so ride with the moon in the darkest of hours,
the kingdom is ours
August 24
QM
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