xiii) Pathos

Kamorebi setting

the drunken

and sober daily

 

Ambers shedding

each ember

as if to spark

their nearest

 

Dearest but

a shadowed

mourning clown

 

A minstrel for

the joyous

the Bacchus

 

Lore for

the weeping green

g(i)o(n)t

 

An the electric

strung harps

between my legs

and within my arms

for Thee

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