half-life of an autodidact

is love a fool

a brackish goad?

protected like

a lilac cove

becomes by the breath of the sun

denuded and diffused

again

and while the winds

so sired

so subsumed

forbade his day by rule

to ever lapse into ruin

and regret

juliet

oh i can't crease

i get tired

i just get tired

cause fleur-de-lis

noblesse oblige

down to the wires

i just got tired

along the flame to you

among the way to you

40 years to finally wake up

and 9 more to sling the snakes out of view

richly pink

that steel poem flam

a flint of luck

miscast my chance

as one

does after days

a droll dance

triumph after triumph

dashed

words that churned passed fire and the moon

the stranger crossed my view

making good on their promise and our youth

purity

please

oh i can't preach

i get tired

i just get tired

cause fleur-de-lis

noblesse oblige

down to the wires

i just got tired

along the flame to you

among the way to you

along the flame to you

i'm on the way to you

40 years to finally wake up

and 9 more to sling the snakes out of view

along the flail to you

among the way to you

along the flail to you

i'm on the way to you