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An inception into art
The clear gaze of another day
Takes me wherever I 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
His thinned hair, his worry lines,
His photos, removed, from
Under the wings of the laughing birds
I comment upon what is past and gone
He focuses upon the afternoon moon
I drink beer, mead, wine, gin
He smokes some skunk
But only a tincture of laudanum passes my mouth
I take a sip and my whole soul is filled with awe
Always familiar! and always poor!
Child of my blood. I look wherever I 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
Thirst for assurance
One meagre breath can fail me, leave me all alone
To wake up dead on this sacred sod!
