All the strains to chains of loss
You remain
The sane refrain, at such a cost
Only ten thousand hours or more
Incredible
To conjure up such a score
Of dark nights, comedies, and tragedies
The poetry, the music
The fall of past civilisations
When all that I had to say
In near or far history
Seven stories; and all of them of love
Semi tone
The sepia bone
Is still at last
The epigraph
Chromatic in mask
Sails for home
Sails for home
Beside the wholesome weather
Held together by clouds
And thunderous winds
The epitaph
Negative to task
Sails for home
Sails for home
Constructs
Everyone makes them
Tear ducts
Dried now and forever always
First
Thump before forsaken
Struggled hugs
Unknowing, awakened
It's what you want, or so you say
But what I want to know
Is how do you know
What you want, just how long is your list
If it's not broken
Then don't fix it
But; what if it is
Broken
Even now you smile
How deep must be your memory
Or in sleep
How easily you forgive
Never
Is ever enough
Forever
Still needs some stuff
Archimedes
Pythagoras
Blunt and Blair
Does it matter
What they wear
Or even
If they care
Water
Into wine
Frosted pines
To share
Clever
Is never enough
Whenever
You call my bluff
Take it on the chin
But at least
Let them know
That you did it on purpose
OK your literary history
Is thin
The holler, the din
The scholar under your skin
F words saying luck
The fall of all frustration
Your station
Stick to it, don't duck
You blew it
Would you just not listen
But there again you loved the game
And the joy of its playing
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