Didn’t I know you?
Ages back?
When we stood together, incarnate?
Didn’t I know you?
Before the pitch pine dried up,
Before the fractious winds presaged doom,
Before the monks in their abbeys wailed in fear,
Before the sky tumbled into oblivion.
Didn’t I know you?
Before.
When I had pockets,
When I was a man?
Before.
Ages back?
When we stood together, incarnate?
Didn’t I know you?
Before the pitch pine dried up,
Before the fractious winds presaged doom,
Before the monks in their abbeys wailed in fear,
Before the sky tumbled into oblivion.
Didn’t I know you?
Before.
When I had pockets,
When I was a man?
-LFB, 2010
Pockets.
ReplyDeleteThey make or break you.
Seriously, though, lovely.
Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteSeems I'm running out of pockets too. Seriously, it is lovely.
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