Having spent a whole Cassiopeia night
For you dear,missing teenaged delight...
Having wasted a Nebraska morn
For you my love,in shapeless form...
Finally knocked at the presiding cloud
Over the dark sky...made hoarse by dauntless shout...
With a fading ice all over me
Buzzing turbulence as propounded by bees...
Finally cracked my watch's glass
To move the arms by your remnant touch...
With the object of erecting a tomb
Of my receding pride's heirloom...
Finally...tossed away life's level crossing gate
Letting trains to me bifurcate...
Finally...made a precarious resolve...
To energize the deserted electric bulb...
Finally...
I decided only to live...
All your deferred podcast I decided to keep...
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