And here's my last 24 hours in verse.
And shelter sought
A secret spilled
For tankards filled
The second of them
Lately called in
The minutes that last
Are the last minute casts
Dust everywhere
What the fuck do I care?
No sleep, no sight
No face, no light
An end less preferred
Not enough to deter!
An array of delights
A long forgot height
Sunlight streaks
For the opened week
Second-hand
An old favourite band
Of hoodlums, of loudness
Of a rekindled shrewdness
Of sickness in health
The ecstasy's melt
But the purpose sought
Is a purpose forgot
A purpose for later
We'll pick it up later
And I guess that's all
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