So this is for youMaybe I passed you on the streetWhen I was young and tripping on acidOr maybe I…
Perhaps there is a sequenceThat you have not learnedAnd that is why
The rings of ages coil around meEndless skeins of onionskinEach as thin as an eyelashCut through, I could count the years
“The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.” — Dante Alighieri
I must confess, I do not like the cold.Now that I am growing old, I like iteven less.
Clenching his fists Confined to a boundless mistIn the unforsaken heirloomWas his impending doom