There was no I contact, still, there is no I contact.
Is there any wonder why they were unable to connect?
The road is long, sure, and the road is hard, agreed,
but I can see the horizon clearly, and I know what waits
ahead of me. I see the purple-gray sky move in perfect stream.
At this moment I would not be surprised to see ten thousand angels
glide down the back of a bolt of lightning to fulfill their master's will,
but I still intake the clean, white smoke from the crackling, black clove.
I would have wrestled a lion, pulled the moon from the sky, or just
wiped every tear from your eyes: All the cliches with interest.
I am content though, because
There are those that will not dance and will not sing, though
they were created for such…it ends, because it was meant to
End.
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