An inception into art

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The clear gaze of another day
Takes me wherever I do not want to go
Up hill, down dale, tumbling a-go-go.
He is my best friend, since I was a boy,
The wave of his kind eyes
As he says goodbye, his thin hair, his worry lines,
His photos, removed
Under the wings of the laughing birds
I comment upon what is past and gone
He  focuses upon the afternoon moon
I drink beer, he smokes some skunk
But only a tincture of laudunum passes my mouth
my whole soul is filled with awe
Always familiar! and always poor!
Child of my blood. I see wherever I do not  look
To all the far shores of this strange universe
to a life lived amidst perfume and laughter and song 
In your arms I find rest
I mo longer thirst for reassurance
One meagre breath can fail me, 
I wake up dead on the sacred sod!



◄ A withering

No place to be ►


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