These words are meant for typing, no pen and paper today.
There is a meaning to all of this, a swirl of beauty for me to collect together and make sense of.
It will happen, I’m sure of it.
one is a dark one, a beautiful one and a strange one.
He is the most Lost of them all, I think, and one
who sunk in without intention on anybody’s part.
An accidental friend, a
side effect that turned into a function all his own.
I’m writing to commemorate, I think, as I’m scared that this beauty is about to be altered by institution.