As I open my eyes I wonder at
The things that make us laugh
And what makes us cry too.
I will not be able to make it to the rentboy’s tavern
Until I get the phases under control
And show it to be able to be elemental
To our being to be one and the same.
Dust commeth and goes away
But the reality of our discharge of human
Beliefs is to understand that it all
Comes down to the inevitable usage of the value
System of God’s own worthiness.
I went home to be able to make
Parting a soft way to the end of the fears
About loneliness, only to find it was the one who got
There first who found the end waiting for them.