The difference is subtle,
Fairly or daunting,
Something of crumbles of nothing,

For families,
Friends abroad,
Just have what you'd like,
From this great wide feast,
Chase the Galaxy a mile away,
Dying and birthing like clay


Down,
With the icicle blow,
To the chest and through the neck,

Against the evening sky,
Awhile the nights went by,
When I found the picture of me and you