Eulogy-fatigue-paralysis
Acting out per-sed lips
The static-image-dichotomy
Mouthing the invocation
I gave you magenta high noon
I paint you in harsh relief
I pine for reoccurrence
But settle for the cadence
Walk taught line composure
To the clay-Missouri-dirt
The final moral shame
Mouthing the incantation
I gave you magenta high noon
I paint you in harsh relief
I pine for reoccurrence
But settle for the sleight that never came