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Weep not for I,
for I march alone,
across the plains
to the unknown.
Near the crater,
amongst the trees,
to a place which
will not freeze.
Dumb are these words,
in this strange verse,
for I say out loud,
this is my dearth.

From this World,
which has gone asunder,
from the Virus,
with sounds of thunder,
making up lies, about the voting.
Insurrection and guilty plunder
of the voting rights of others.
Is there no shame of what you do
as you assault all voters,
all voters, except for you.

My head is spinning,
going around and around.
It's quite odd in the spin
as I hear not a sound.

The fire had grown dim
from an old flame from the past.
A hungering inflection of the way
we were then. Another time,
another lost dream, has returned
to this life, no matter the cost.
It's not what it seems
for the love of another, has never
crossed this floor. A short stay here,
at least not any more.

I am so shallow,
so shallow am I.
If I had any courage
I would ask you why.
Why you ignore me
day after day,
when all you would
have to do, is say,
leave me alone,
just go far away
for I haven't the time
for you on this day.

What about me? What about you.
Isn't there anything we can do,
About your memory loss,
Or dreams of the past.
Most of your long term memory
is gone now; short term memory bad.
For you can't remember anything
of the conversation we just had.

Years ago, when light was gray;
Before the dawn of a coming day.
I arose early to watch the Moon,
traverse the Sky, like a Loon.
An object with a shape of long
forgotten material, lay among
the branches of a Maple tree,
awaiting the love, escaping me.
Far away from the lonely abode,
upon Death's horse, he rode.

Where are you now,
my elusive friend.
Was it something I said,
from which you ran?
Tell me, please tell me
for this life will soon end.
An end of friendship, my dear friend.

A sound,
a noise,
a smell
of decay,
as our
earthly body's
life ebbs,
from our soul
and will
be what,
becomes now,
in our
own dismay.

Whence came you,
oh, forgotten one.
Is it true you were,
the eldest Son
of one who was
from the very best.
The largest Star,
living in the West?
Tell me now,
will you please,
for I am in prayer,
down on my knees.

Do not ponder,
Do not dwell.
My soul tells my body,
were on a slow ride to Hell.
I no longer have control
of my body or my mind.
It matters not
if the words are unkind.
Go from this place.
Go now and flee.
Keep hiding your face
from those who can't see,
the pain inside you,
from deep within,
who haven't a clue
of the pain you are in.

In another time,
so long ago,
we went to the movies.
Never went to the show.
The problem with movies;
there is no chance for romance.
So you drove to the Grange,
where people would dance.
There was "Square Dancing"
you moved around in a circle,
with a twirl or dosey do.
Off you would dance, not slow.
Later, the music scene, change it did,
when you could dance face
to face; "oh you kid."
A waltz, a two step, a Varsouviana.
You would have a young lady, by the hand.
Then new music burst onto the scene;
It was Rock and Roll. And then the King
Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison and
became the latest thing.