I feel for you, dear friend
you walk a path I cannot follow

but my thoughts and love
are with you, from wherever

however whenever at whichever
time of day, you know, you see

it's hard to watch you dissolve as
such but you were meant to be

a spectacle, some sort of being
not fit to be contained in any

dull drab human form or
regular routine of any kind

I ramble, dear friend, as you did
words flow a certain way for us

and we'll wander as such, as
flowing rivers do how they will

onward forth without a wince
or something similar enough to it

my thoughts are with you, stay
humble and true to yourself

and let things be, we both know
we're powerless to help

my heart is with you, but where
you're headed I can't follow

and I hope there will be shelter
from the storm that will befall you