Bird-brained

First, there are all these things to loose.

Then, I'll be over the hill.

When I was a boy given to me many things 

   were.

I'm preparing for a spiritual world.

Always talk of poets in bars, reading poems 

Loud, obnoxiously.

Verses near magnificently profound.

Poet humour getting on the bus skips town.

Bird-brained, eagle-eyed 

I'm high in Alps digesting a black backdrop.

From this there can be no coming back.

The point when I realise, even I could cry.

Is there Time on the other side?

Are there dangers like in this life?

A masked devil takes my hand in his.

I lean to mark the spot where I first noticed.

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