Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Spending Even My Own Sons...Or..When i say God, I probably mean something different than you

Many are the friends and miles between
Who have seen even into the depths
From which none shall report
Until such a time as death shall no longer
Tempt us from our comfort
But instead to compose a moment
Beyond repose
There shall I always stand with the artist,
The musician and god

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