Irreplaceable as the sun
could this feel any less warm
and possibly when I come up for air
no one will be angry anymore
til there is need for anger again
stonefaced and beatific
tomorrow is sure a stubborn mistress
only she always comes with repetitous force
perhaps then we will eat and drink the day
trembling is the dawn
held in mirrored dewdrops
in frosted meadows
hanging from limping fingers and branches
kings fall out of line
ill-tempered concubines are bound no more
no more to the shackles
gallows and the cross
attentions are always the first to go
bellow the flame bigger every single night
omissions are soon to follow
until time and rememberance march backwards
to this we are tethered
yellowing teeth are a just reward
of hidden meanings and times long gone
unless you figure this out before its gone too
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i looked hard and i did find it with a little help from charley
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