Dear Friend of Many Faces
I relish all of our moments and I see them like the bright orange molten embers that dance through the dying wood
Immeasurable, terribly bright and absolutely unkeepable
I watch these moments pass all the while silencing the violence of my innate urges to catch them all and box them up in glass cases
As a spectacle for me in my museum ‘Friend of Many Faces’

We have done so many things and been so many places
And for so many lovely moments passed my minds been left bereft of any traces
So many times entangled in the depths of your conversations but times mostly melted the memory of the words that cracked open revelations made and the fullness of the colour of the bricks I used to pave the path that I still walk day in, day out
And would I carry these bricks on my back? Oh I would without a doubt
And use them to pre build my tomb and inside them indefinitely sleep
But in this slice of cake we live where these things weren’t made to keep
You’ve not been made to be held as my possession
And I admit frustration in my learning of this lesson
The facts of this universe don’t yield to my depression that in this slice of cake we live, we only get one taste to savor
Ultimatum is there? No. That we all have different flavours
So the time we share together will surely end as short as quavers on the scores of our adventures from birth till death

The arms that held my crying head, the body of loves that shared my bed
The walls that hid me from my mother, the breath of life that stood beside me exhaling the same smoke in those evenings full of youthful wonder, the teeth that tore my dread a sunder
The muscle that plunged my head deep down under water then lifted me to my first gasping intake of what I call real life
The fingers that stole the bottles I drank which set my soul on fire

For all of you the same desire lingers
That I could keep you all so close to be my muscle, my teeth, my breath
That you could hang around forever and be mine until my death
But for most of you I’m sure I’ll find that the coloured bricks you use to pave your paths with will lead you finally away
Not quite intentionally but I hope with some deliberation

Friend of Many Faces, friend of different minds
As time goes by erosion and creation form a separation
And we are named as different kinds of this and that
A fucking mish mash of things it is
But nature does just what it wants
Sun up, sun down and change persists
I see but glimmers of you as we stand at polar ends of space and view
from odd off angles
making our beds at counter sides of society, the great big fucking hoax
And the bitter joke is that even still, there is no time for us to kill
And if I had a full cake of slices I’d merge our consciousness together of our virtues and vices
And melt them into a hot pot of party animals, coffee shop ponderers, world wanderers, intellectual savants, Jesus Christ’s, devils and fucking dopes
And spend eternity trying to get to the bottom of it all
But crispy death, the dry leaf falls and is finally crushed by the busy man’s shoe as he thinks upon his lovely spouse that isn’t you

Friend of Many faces
I see nothing for me to try
But let nature do just what it wants and let the fires die


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