Demystify

  The dead don’t changethey follow us in dreams demanding the samesatisfaction. You, so long goneyou seem to me, a dream: & yet I conjure crystal clearan image of your young self, I used to miss youbut now I find you ridiculous. It’s taken long yearsto buffer your blows never anything solidthat stuck. You were born on a breezelived high in azure sky disappeared into amorning mist leaving uswith nothing. (Listen here)