Every time I read you,
It’s another déjà vu.
Only you can say for certain,
If you have closed the curtain
As you bow to rapturous applause,
For I departed the theatre of dreams
At the beginning of time, long ago.
Started as a patched up kid cabbage
Grew up to be a bitter cynic savage
Fasting, on leftover carnage.
how the ether speaks 