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The Solace of the Game
X
Call me
Winterbourne,
For you are my Daisy Miller -
A facet in my golden
Inspiration.
My friends break
And call for reparations
As I chip, crack
And call for reparations.
I know you
Well enough to know
That I do not know you.
I should not ask further questions.
I should not stare
Into the eyes of Medusa,
But dancing through tails,
Singing songs and rocking
With a fist in the air,
I am set on a stage.
The sound's turbulence echoes in my mind
Like poetry.
Smiles electrify
And it is wonderful to know
That in the midst of a thousand blinking lights
I can find you swimming in my shadows,
Looking ever so keenly
And softly noticing the passive aspirations
Of a hungry animal.
Love, there is no rest for the wicked.
XI
Sometimes
It is difficult to realize infatuations
Result in overbearing senses
Of indecent morality
And love we love
Holds love above.
Two days, four days …
How days can daze …
You rain, I rain
We rain for days.
I rained, you rained,
It rained four days
Which followed your fate.
The cool air’s chill has not subsided.
You have endowed me with a calm leisure
And in return I will find more to give.
I'm here, smiling.
I'm here, working for you.
XII
There is solace
In silence.
When the animals sleep,
The master is at bay.
Everything is thought
Simply
After contemplation.
In the morning after
A good night’s arrest,
I flee the fray and sale away
In search of other dreams.
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