to dermot

the painting on the wall with all those questions

all those questions

why would you look through when you could look among

the awe of her

 I met a four-leaved clover

alone, standing

condoned, yet not abandoning

I wake up and hold it, not seeing you here

I hope to cry, but only in my dreams does it seem real

brother and brother

come to my side, a lover never tried

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this uncrowned soldier fearful

I tell you those lies that give you enough to feel certain

your name remains secure in my soul, by a blossoming tie

fragile on edge, buried above time 

covering your poor eyes, the sight of all sighs

I promise, by an exalted witness 

this enchantment is stone

as stone should be