Dear Stars I’ve some time,
dear calm may I try rhyme
this quandry afflicting my
stars I am trying to align.
This specious thunder roll
the death is taking its toll
upon this cumulus patrol
on earth I examine a soul.
I like the sinews of music,
how it reaches in my ear.
I can pound on these keys
with a beautiful voice near.
None have drunk stout cup
of humility it now overflows
where tender an ear hears I
stoke a fire I fear the known.
The capture of my blazen
flame of the dead in head
I’ve kept with me always as
I lay down my heavy stead.
Dear dear here this fruition
has me proud and my afflicted
soul it is now so very still so
a method I find I’m addicted.
–Farewell
Hope you are ok, Jared?
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