In a word, insomuch of a breath that was taken in vain
This thing occurred.
A tale of two cities. Forgotten bliss. Memories of hope. Now.
I die. I don’t believe. I try. I do not specify.
Maybe. A Life on the stage for me. Assignations. A plea. Nothing.
Scattered frozen peas. Of an idea. Art was the answer all along.
Now I have something to show. Of ideas caught up in tallow that burns slow.
Maybe I have come of age. Now. Tomorrow. I have been here before remember.
Remember your name and date of birth and what will follow will follow. I have a talk. I have a talk.
My candle burns underwater. Flip the coin of ages.
