Shot out of the cannon of your love,
At first I was shocked, but then I noticed many things above.
The same inducements to pleasure give us pain.
(I’m never trying those things again)
The big picture really does makes sense
Up here, where the air is not so dense
And anger dies in circumstance.
I see you doing town-like things in town,
Wondering if you should buy that gown,
(Have I told you I’m never coming down?)
The string that solves the maze is shaped like the maze.
There is a willingness to fight
When one isn’t right.
And when there isn’t love in the middle of the night,
You get poems for days.