Monday, 26 September 2016


All the good songs wait to be reborn,
while the stars wait in the wings of derailment.

Eulogy, a songbird, a picture in hell.
A trip around the world alone.
May all your dissolution turn to gold.
Your feigned heart, your laughter.
Follow the marigold.

Into the shadows, lie down in their roots
with the soil and the sun in your hair.
Follow the marigold, right till the end
Your feigned heart your laughter
follow the marigold, all the way home.

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