Sorry

Sorry,

My true friend,

My old friend.

Sorry from

The bottom of my heart;

That – while I danced

With charming demons,

Made language-of-magic kites

And flew them in

Solstice-blue skies,

Rocked hard and sweet,

Watched generations

Naked swim beneath

Heaven’s honest moon –

You stood:

Alone, straight and true

Busy in the dark corridors

Of your own pirate hells.

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