And there you are,
that look, those eyes.
And Me,?.  But A ghost
Too long haunting.
You,  those eyes,..
And I am at once,
again,..  Always,
Held by them.
Foolishness those dreams
Those of yesterday
Every time, each time,
Caught regardless, breath taken
And there I am,  the fool
Nightly chases,
myself, the madman
In endless cycles
recognition coaches the way
The way of acceptance
I remind myself that things change
But there you are,
And I am drawn up,
quartered,..  Lost.
Again the madman has his day

That look,..
. . . . Those eyes,..

There You are,

. . . . . . Regardless.