Better you
Lose that too bitter
Demeanor quick, Junior—
You’ll find soon enough
It’s far better than becoming
Meaner and meaner.
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Better you
Lose that too bitter
Demeanor quick, Junior—
You’ll find soon enough
It’s far better than becoming
Meaner and meaner.
Confused? Why,
If we were
All going in
The same
Direction, we
Wouldn't need
A compass, even
In the dark,
now
Would we?
—for Eleni, always there
In the worst of ways you were always
Under one rug or the other,
Murmuring and wondering just
What to do with yourself when
Her uplifting spirit
Got wind of you and swept
You off your feet
At the speed of light,
And dragged your sorry lot
Onto a pied magic carpet
Traveling untrammeled through
Eons of uncharted space.
In blackened hearths, remnants
Of old growth
Sizzled to a crisp, still
Glowing embers
Ashing to ashes, dust
To dust in an ever-swirling,
Resurrecting myth.
You’ll have noticed by now,
When the stars are right,
Nothing looks to go wrong.
Pay them constant homage then
If you wish to see the light
Right proper thorough,
Even through the now
Darkling before you
Night.