For Icarus


May we come together like souls unmet,
To play on the follies of unwrinkled minds,
And refuse to except love's linear decline,
To protest all except devotion's sweet depths.

I did not believe heaven to be fluid,
Until came the harlot of time,
Kissed like a woodland druid,
Screwed by her you were no longer mine.

But like my favorite sweater
Where holes impede is thrown away,
No matter it's weather,
The sentiment will hardly fray.

And thought I cannot reject fate's facade,
I pine my inability to play god.

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