We could make the entrance grand,
You and I.
Could it strain the circle, once contrived?
Faded out glory, an end long surpassed
Felled words turned cracked eggshells lying emptily
broken, on the ground.
Careful once you step
Hurriedly once you run
One of these days I’ll put it all on my plate
swallowed whole, washed down diligently
Whispered to me calmly
“don’t choke. don’t choke.”