Truth of it is we don't ever return
Only once can you sing along to your mothers fur coat
Only once can you innocently stroke the inner thigh of expectation
That the once can be dreamed of
For a thousand days and nights or more
Is testament to our fearful powers of delusion
Truth of it is we don't want our doubts confirmed
If for only once all that we wished for would just happen
If for only once we could rise or fall way beyond the fornication
That at once we can drop those thoughts
As if a pebble on the beach, without ripples
Is ample justification for our no-nonsense processions
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