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twittling his thumbs the wayward sat stone silent against the marble wall too wandered-out lost in a pillar of thought about fire to notice he was on it. take this how you will but he never once screamed.

silly child, you are lost but so am i-- do not ask me where you can find the way. can't you see me sitting here? no way has found me yet.

where the birds swim below in the pillow pink ocean and fish fly above in the glimmer green sky but a cynic will still find a fault in the faeriedust only a snob breathes contempt with a sigh--

I gave my love a golden ring but lost a finger in its forging.

Where is the moon? Thought I spied it among the vast Mobile of stars hanging over your bed, but hey, I could be wrong. Don't know what I know anymore that you're Far away gone. I'll just wait here till morning. Ten feet to my six. Here I'm four underground. Is this Something to do with why we never saw eye to Eye? There I was standing tall with a view while you Spied only what you could see through this earthen frame. Angles are everything. Maybe that's why the moon Fell out of sight when I conquered my fear and came Down here to sleep with the dirt and the worms. But in Spite of the light being gone, I can see you now. M