How similar are all the stories
Of the people.
Of their everyday lives,
And the not-so-everyday
Days wrapped in knives
Or days wrapped in velvet;
A coat of tufted fabric;
A coat of blood
Bright with sacrifice.
You cannot have everything,
Neither can I.
Children get worse
When they float high.
But, I am willing
To compromise.
Come, I’ll sing you
A lullaby.
Twinkle Twinkle
Don’t you cry.
I am so sorry
That I’m so right.
SingulariT 