Bill is anonymous.
He stands for all glory and no recognizable consciousness.
We believe he is a feat upon all
masteries of solitude and a
belligerance for the void.
Holy crazy bill,
biting at the dishwasher
humanity spring with always
love as humanities spring
and destined to be precious
as i careen a valley of god send,
in shadows likely to be forgotten
in my death.
I am a young juxtoposition,
I am living and dying,
I am abolished from him
upon the cloak of eyes I adore.
Make the feast less,
Allow me time to conquer
dont squel me ephemerally like
the pigged division of gaw
deathbed futility of drench
incomprable plainness of dying,
I have made a friend that is small
and adorned in all grievances
of the photograph and failed
distillations
As always until I die
I carry on the memory of him
as simply a straw pull
gave me a longersway.
