A slow breaking and mending
of blood and bone
fit for the poorest
of ivory souls.
Pour tomber, pour courir,
pour mourir; no less!

No one, to you,
do tell.
A dream,
perhaps a nightmare,
that died in your arms
much too long ago.

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Here's to the future that we thought would never come: the awakening.

We're out to get up and get out and get on with everything.

Here's to me and here's to you..and you and you,

and to how everything's gonna be sunshine and daisies from over here, too.

And here's to making no sense -absolutely no sense, like a psychotic mess

with a megawhite grin

..like chills on Christmas Eve, and winning Simon Says.

Forward, backward, rightward, leftward happy all the time (: