In twenty minutes
I’ll toast to the space between the stars
And the side of the sky
Sadly remote from the moon
The glacier that lies between us
Is the ice I’ll use for my Jamison
son of god
god of youth
youth of desire
desire of nothingness
but the last Hour of my life back
back to the contents of my Life
life consumed in this looking glass
the looking glass into my Life
One Day I’ll hurl it all
Against the wall
And Shatter all will
And I’ll grin at this tug of war, pick up the pieces
And move on
But in twenty minutes
I’ll toast to the darkest side
Of Nightlife
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