Well I guess
this is the new normal.
Nothing too formal.
Just a searing bliss.
I don’t sleep.
Because sleep is the cousin of death.
Counting the breaths.
Down in the deep.
The cavalry
come riding over the hill.
For a last cheap thrill.
I send them on their way.
No time to play
their silly games.
Of names and claims.
They can burn in the flames.
Of the fire I have built.
And tend to keep alight.
Forthright in my views.
For I have paid my dues.
Do not think for one single moment
it could be any other way.
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