29 April 2012
What thunder rolls on the horizon As we lay in our empty beds Cold comfort, this sporadity, This neutrality, This distance between where we lay our heads for the long April night.
Lover lost in inconvenience And missed moments. No more are the aching rolls of thunder taking my heart- As this sky- More than that of the woman two blocks away, The man tainted by age, Your girl, My boy, And the friend lost in brambles Grown At home.
Under this immortal sky Roll my hills Both a cage And our freedom.
After Revelations And Reflections With A Friend Too Sad- • Opuss № I