They had these dreams Of grandiloquence Though almost always Awake Then when those scenes Began to abate It was like this thirst Not a thing could slake.
Tolerance ventured Out and about Her elegant smiles reached ear to ear She stopped and talked With a thousand fans Then felt the cruel, lethal gash of a spear.
A fright comes over me when I ponder lengthy days without you, long days of silent too-white walls, their nights of obscure identity. The fright comes over me when I ponder that somehow