Jaan came with me to my home today...
Soul-of-mine,
like vines, intermittent-twined, parallel along the sidelines
do we twist.. yet I wish we had a shade of sun, a ray to persist.. woe-resist..
but we can't only be wistful, and hope for the light,
we are our monsters of the night, full of flight and fright-- what'll we do when we regain sight?
No lack of insight, missing no eagle eyes to foresight, more like, outright defiance to the plight of society's "how-it-is" knight.....
Jaaneman: soul-of-mine
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