The buttons
Popped
As she pressed
Her lavender lips

Against those velvet
Diamond dogs,

Her swearing that
They were mine and
Mine only

Midnight - Once it
Passes through the cold -
Shows a color that
Only true men and
Women know

Ones wishing
To see
Their best

And their worst

Rightfulness
Royalty
Righteousness

These are
The things

The mighty forget
And the low
Crave

We billion new
**** on the dew
Of singing nightingales
Dressed all in blue

Each note of truth
Held
In Her song

Where all along
We thought we
Actually belonged

Son's being
Son's and father's
Holding the secret,

"There never
Was one," he moans.

Tears sink in
Sand scorched lands
By no hand
But man

All these
Unnumbered graveyards

Sphinxes whose
Riddles break
Your favorite cookie jar

Seeing
That all this is,

Is a thing - in our end - You
Grip with fear unlimited

The old
Say that
The Majesties hold

The ear of
One billion writhing

The writhing, as well,
Hold the minds
Of the Majesties

One and the same
None with no name

Some forgotten

All remembered

Where all and
One

Are the
Same

Miserable

Same.