III.
The Ash

currite ducentes subtegmina,currite, fusi.
     		-Catullus

1.

no alibis
no lullabies
never say goodbye

the silent sway of rain
shimmering cascaded shingles
the tossing tumult of insomnia

our regret is a sleepless night
no thunder threatens our thoughts
just a rolling river of regret

your poverty;  your passiveness,
your restlessness and rebellion
never take it timidly

swallow the sugarpill down
no sweat if it's sweet
eat this tasty treat (and despair)

dive into the shallow waters
our sorrow sways even the wicked
even the wicked worship our songs

our songs, your days, they're ours
to weave and tear, lick and cut;

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