“That stepping rhythm:” deca-syllables
Of which a gracious poetess once wrote,
That navigate so flawlessly along.
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Intro 2: My love
Sister-love, and wife
Thou, my greatest joy in life,
Art worth every strife.
Intro 1: This Thread
I thought, of late,
that this
sweetness--
this new and joyous
sensation--
this miracle--
this thread of
innocence--would
be mine forever.
How slowly, how
quietly, how
stealthily, this
gossamer thread
was
cut...
Intro 4: Last Step
Begun so morose
Then strangely ending in mirth.
Finally finished.
Intro 3: Wasted on the Young
I start them out bad,
And then they get even worse.
Youth drained by the young.
Intro 2: Sad
Sad it went, back then;
I yet could not see His light.
I knew, once I saw.
Intro 1: 1984
1984…
A lot had been going on.
What a wild year.
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