on the silver road.
I will see you clad in white
moving on
on
on.
Over tea and biscuits will
the Sun shine unawares.
Such oblivion to light
and ignorance to
dark.
It will never matter again
as the Road winds on and on.
I will wait for you
always
with taut fingers,
darkened claws.
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It means not that I have gone,
Or come at the very least.
How lovely the times have passed,
So fattened with its feast.
Will moonshine sustain us ever on?
In her eye I glimpsed
a wounded memory.
It lives on now
as corrupted legacy.
At last the star shines upon Eden, upon all.
