The arrogance of ageing
The bold will follow you there
Accept it as a failure:
Resign to provenance
Our weapons summarily withheld
Uncovered parallel destruction of the world
Dear Florence, spirals and wasted heads are born again
A carrot in the cages
The host will follow you there
Encourage him with patient advice and more pretence
Our quarrel wasn't replaced back then
One problem: moralising recognised dissent
Dear Florence suddenly wasted friends are born again
Withholding other nations to task and hurry her there
Uncovering vexations with ashen orange hair
Our worries balancing ancient friends
And brother, where I put the mess it went by summer
Travelled away uncertain environments
