my god, this pure chance-full night,
you have opened with me, danced.
i barely made a god, and laughed with
you in the parler, we had a drink to
our ripe sanity, and cursed the many
triumphs that seemed like nothing then.
it's a tru-fox, a vengeful lioness,
dancing on my head, messing up my
bed, playing me for dead.
i will i will
you may be a mystery now
but if i saw you then thru
power of you own eyes
i as body doesn't question
blood, pourous ghosts
praying without hands