I Want To Be Silverly

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.

A Dispassionate White Sun Shone At The Summit Of The Sky. I Wanted To Hone Myself On It Till I Grew Saintly And Thin And Essential As The Blade Of A Knife.

I Wondered Why I Couldn't Go The Whole Way Doing What I Should Any More. This Made Me Sad And Tired. Then I Wondered Why I Couldn't Go The Whole Way Doing What I Shouldn't, The Way Doreen Did, And This Made Me Even Sadder And More Tired.

A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A Parrot Cage.