It was not created for us
It will endure without us
That's what Stephen Jay Gould said
She and I and Life of Pi in our lover's bed

The moon was glowing yellow
Misty clouds above
My son on his way to Magic
Cool grey City of Love

It had to be poetry
Just had to be
Motorcycle taxis
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Let it be ambiguous
Let them call me mad
Let her see the truth
Sweet Sir Galahad

    Thank you. Thank you, Dad.