here's a toast to a week of silence
"written in tribute" to long lost times,
a treatise on the return to yesteryear.
I claim no memory of ever having remembered you;
your words make no sense outside the context
of maybeattraction (maybenot). You're looking for a
worthy cause but I've never bled so hard – and isn't it funny
how my pencil never seems to swear off you.
Roll the dice again and see what you find
(freefall, beautiful freefall legato-dolce down your throat)
Next wish, s'il vous plaît.