Byron said it well, his skeletal thrusting

amongst the darkest dried-up grain


no-one could forsee the king of skulls

taking from the green and washing over

the ultramarine


I used to feel the goodbye darling

now I chew the dust … devour the root of dandelion


bats rioting amongst lifeless branches

natures finest furniture now future-less


no tale telling … yet this IS a tale


no more embracing

much foraging, more salivating


good times boxed up and posted off

addicted to the darkness, addicted to the twilight

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