in hoc signo vinces and
conquer she did bringing
free love to the empire
as i sat to write page one
from out my mouth came a muted hum
she heard it and she judged me some
being a tad bit shy my
cheeks turned lupus butterfly
damn her quiet steps
the end of the first tierce neared
while wearing my finest beard
...distant father, turned harbinger
one third of the angels fell
at the undeniable smell
of your lusting
you kept me around because
i didn't bitch when they avoided us
i'd sneak out to the spot
you'd lie in the grass arms out
point to the sky and shout
i'd missed another shooting star
you never realized this child
but my eyes rarely left your profile
in the darkness
press play.
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