The Hanged Man

Your wrinkles speak plainly
Like ivy on my skin
Sun has set
And lies above your gaze
Time has no meaning
But nobody came
The empty frames you drowned in a puddle
Now have clouds of mud
And you'd be mean
To take them back

There is something wry
My silence overcome your uproar
Is a faint light
No one can blow out

Swing on one foot
For your last dance
Will the hanged man cut and run?

Swing on one foot
Is it your last dance?

I wish you hugged the ground
To smell the scent of daisies
You'll never shoot again
And I won't be here
Anymore



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