Gord

2017-01-03 12:00 am

Panic as the ship hits the shore,
Not Before, la vie, con amore,
For love does typically live forever.
Only old men break for the weather,
Feverish in their love of pleasure.

Deacon finding the failure of people,
Lights fires in the place of beacon,
Wooden beams crumbling beneath him,
He is the lighthouse that never was.

I am the rocks that never could,
Smashing rocks of greater virtue,
I am then accost and pursued,
Masticating grass of rain and dew,
Too ignorant to stand.
Too ignorant to move.