Downed

To hurt for all the wrong reasons
To know the reason why
To seek the mirage again
To know that it must lie

To believe in tales wrought
Of shreds perchance untold
To ache with longing dear
For a song that must be sold

 

 

To tease and be teased in turn
In everlonging ease
Till the days and nights melt and fuse
On the skin of the breeze
Dazed, currents on the ebb
That rise unbidden, stricken
Downed by the living premise
Of the intertwined device.

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