The Sailor  Subterfuge

 

     He flies

              Forbiddenly

but can't help

               but hang  himself.

     His drawn out death

he overdramatizes

comparing it to rivers        and       reality

   and she f a d e s

forgottenly.

                        A summer  spent.

enough said

                 , a talent buried.

Oh, but he's waiting for the pit to grow!

                   slow, he is so.

 

The Vine told him it's never too late;

     banking on that

  misunderstanding.

His golden butterfly cautioned him even.

she fades still...

WHO NEEDS A SOUL!?!

 

 so, (fall, fall,fall,  fall,   fall, fall,    

             fall,      fall,   fall,     

         fall,    fall,     fall,   fall, fall)

bottom's close!

 

 

They were silent

      and he wouldn't hear.

They loved

and he wouldn't let,

                                  plays

        with himself

on sleds lead by

beasts.                  Unaccompanied

at his dinner.

He abuses the donkey

still

       he is alone at the Feast

And she fades

                  into a sub-conscious.

 

           Lonely and cold

Back with his parents

Forty miles means   nothing   to him.

                   All that he wants

is his unprodigal Father.

               He pleads, take me home!

         And fades

into perfect arms.

           And she sinks away

                              into his embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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