Dissembled, I Am
I give you my progeny, disassembled, therefore, I am, my am, in memory of long ago, non-relevant you the sun, I a passing willow, at a distance from a dream I incognito, disassembled, a shadow on the window pane with Amador Whiskey over ice now here comes the rain, a spirit dressed as a cloud, weeping a sad song, but angels never cry