The jewel was lost


Your worst dream
came true.
A poet, not of dreams.
But one who can
spell out the alphabet.
In the warmest summer
and darkest winter.
Who makes a grab
for the world.
Without the gloves
of worship.
And with a
flute-like soul.
To please you,
and your life.

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