is only partially me
fulfilling requirements for more desire
and irksome ire
Consummate to the funeral pyre
Leave these eyes and burn them higher
They grieve into the flame and there goes
the tree of knowledge.
Left is only the Great See
with nothing to reflect-
Thank goodness for this
rest of me.
- Michael Cran
- Michael Cran
-Michael Cran
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