And all you are is everything I was
more for I was mere shadow
A mimic of what was thought agreeable
A mask a mash of all that’s feeble
And now I gaze from height so low
Gallows shallow mellow hollow
Melt your discontent stir it up with rage
Take it with a year or two til the memories age
Postlude will bask the remnants the husk will fell away
The seed of what was good and true might dance along in May
Your fleeting avatar might haunt me still no more
And yet rise like waves upon the shore..
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