One more for Grant
more rocks in memory
on the floor of the ocean
deep down, every one knew you were lonely
but the tunes came swift
your father's watch was lost
like seasons to a clock
ringing out from the tower
but your voice beat the
years, like the ocean
and her torment
your death rings
like a gong
that reverberates over time
you died like water
you died like a dream
you died like shadows
cast on a stream
dyed in memory
barricading you with
candlelight and smokescreens
I twist myself
trying to understand
still don't know
what it means.
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