That’s All for Everyone
A past lives in song and that’s all for everyone.
Once upon two lifetimes ago, so you were low,
I was even lower still, the only place left to go
was to live in your dreams; you lived in mine,
we treasured within each other something kind.
That’s all for everyone, warm cliff top breezes
bent green reeds, gathered in our heaps of seed,
yellow shock dandelion clocks in cherry flowers
divide and grow and divide again, hour on hour
grey gathered clouds unknitted, overpowered.
That’s all for everyone, for soon in toxic drops
black paint skated upon base oil across the top,
it hung at first, suspended in its viscous womb,
born sullen it spread in stone to seal the tomb.
Your weeping rain asked just what went wrong,
forgetting past songs - but that’s all for everyone.
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