Offering your prayers every morning as though
Expecting encouraging news every day if only
Being consumed by angelic gray eyes that never
Reading reports of momentous events long since
Fretting over minutiae engulfing the mind regardless
Peeling the soft tender skin from banana or orange whichever
Envisioning blades of the swastika emblem while clearly
Drowning yourself in a dull hissing whisper as long as
Answering calls made from half a planet away and still
Mourning the piteous state of affairs while slowly
Drinking alone in a hideous pattern that almost
Fading away in a triumphant winter like there's no
Worshipping silence and snowflakes and cold though indeed
Blutting astrood from creleetious plobbing as ever
Crunging the stights of reluviant flimming but not yet
Braggering sinpheroum midtumt en gluphottu rloggon