I’d pursue the plan of knaves
if thirty-one did not object
this will not be the case
so to the plan I’ll submit
the past is present on my mind
the previous plan had its time
as all good things on this earth
here for moment then no more.
Thirty had excitement’s lure
immersion in beauty’s depths
dialogue with soul-mate’s fae
those illusions passed away
perhaps the truth was present there
not imagined in fevered dreams
I’d like to think I was not mad
while enjoying the moment’s gasp.
Now thirty-one asks for focus
where I’ll walk in valley’s dale
once on the summit above all things
now contemplating life’s remains
the knaves will surely have their time
when I give in to sorrow’s pain
this will not be the case today
thirty-one, salvation’s way.
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