Re-Call

Yes, I did all that and more.
I was the head of a stampede,
I became the horns.

No, she over-exaggerates,
she killed me before I killed her.

The world was too small
for my parade,
I had to hire more horses and clowns.

I was an astronaut without a spacesuit,
just an umbilical noose,
until starlight ate through it.

Yes I saw it all,
all the other witnesses were
old flames in fireproof dreams.

I have never had much guilt,
I have preferred to travel
with the dangerous.

That long goodnight
will not find me weeping.

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