o ash
fingers gently fretting the strings
heart that constantly sings
of ghosts
and all the unknown you suddenly found
in this city besotted and so unbound
ellipses full of significance
no necessity for explanation
gestures suggesting deliverance
uncontemplated revelations
phantoms of dreams we didn't need
imprudence of words uttered with heed
warning signs we never bothered to read
none of it made any sense
but the pieces just fell into place
o ash
black velvet of breath
black pitches of depth
reflections in an enchanted lake
streets calling me to awake
nevermore
it's my lore
for now and for ever my lore
ash(es)
none of it made any sense
but the pieces just fell into place
for a precious while
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