I often wonder what my Wiki entry
will say about me, if at all.
"November, nineteen-ninety-four
to two-thousand-and-whenever."
Someday, sometime. It sits in my mind.

So we chase sublime.

Can't catch me ‘cause I'm smoke.
Far off the beaten path,
Come find us and have a ****;
At our abandoned enclave, on the balcony
as the starry lake shimmers graciously.