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Drifton A Way Jun 2022
An Inevitable Metamorphose sized type of night
Change- the Prognosis in forever’s constant sight
Undeniably we try as we may and go on to fight
But what’s the alternative? To turn out the light?

Tom Bodet once said he’d leave the light on
But I fret about the dark once Tom is gone
And I bet his eternal soul will rest on five stars
No more motel six lies and flies from the bars

An epiphany once whispered to me her last right
She said once she’s dead you’ll be all out of spite
Hyper aware I choose now to channel and write
Prove you care to the momental very last night

I Encapsulate all my closure and try to meditate
I cannot wait for composure in the face of fate
Empty plate, full of sorrow, but everybody’s ate
Procrastinate again tomorrow before it’s too late
Just a little catharsis for the starts of the sharts and riddles laughing with the Paul Blarts and the minor parts of life’s ridiculously caught in betweens  and middles.