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