I was arriving at the crossroads
I got to a small shop, it was highnoon
'I need a Shotgun', i thought.

On the verge
On the fringe
and on the brim

of a profane
commencement
And a secret sacred conclusion of my epoch

Been around for thirty-five years.


****
Now Listen to this,
Is a place

A perimeter where crying is rare.
A place where you cry a tear

Tears in the mind, and not in my visage.


Affecting
Stirring the slumber
Provoking a tear, prompt induce
One intense primal diamond
Which cascades from your eye

I've missed you..