🚀 go-pugleaf

   Some pathetic self-reflection
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I wish the sun would reach down with
arms of liquid flux and fire
to bathe me in paternal pyres,
to touch the skin that guards my eyes,
to melt the pennies resting there,
to singe the air,
to pinch my cheek and muss my hair.

I wish I wish the moon would
send out and buy a gift for me,
perhaps a little stained-glass
picture, direct from Tiffany.
Perhaps _A View of Oyster Bay_
so at the end of every day,
the moon can gaze down through
the glass and chroma-tint my tears,
as voidfull silence whispers
sibilant songs into my ears.

I wish I wish I wish the stars
would gather in the sky so far
so far so far away,
and dance and sing and chant,
"OH my OH my OH my boy,
you must
you mustn't
you can
you can't.


I wish the sun would touch my eyes.
I wish the moon would would tint my tears
I wish the stars would make it clear
how many years.


How many years?


doug