You've made me wonder
about the last of days.
Something in the tone
of your quick-city bark
hits my ear as violence,
doubtful with just a touch
of salt, a weary longing
too intense to be healthy.
When we're finally able,
we'll recall our best memories -
those that still shine out
as the day they were born -
in encyclopaedic fashion,
something casual and cold.
Until the clock's last tick,
you can confidently bet
that something will set the spark,
one last entertaining grin
and a forest of warm bygones
we've happily never let alone.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Dodos, Sleep
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