| CXXXI Through CXL 
 
Hello Uncle Walt!I have come to hear you sing
 This Song of Myself.
 Between two palm treesThe ocean hangs in the balance
 Tethered to each trunk.
 Footsteps in the sandDissolve with each crashing wave.
 I am swept away.
 Welcome endless nightThe time has come for darkness,
 Time for clarity.
 We walked in gardensrose petals spilled on the path,
 sanguine stepping stones.
 I'm late! Time's run out.The night men will be coming!
 Have you seen my watch?
 With raised gun he huntsAlways ready for the kill
 This is intention.
 She sits unmovingall thoughts in mind disappear
 This is mastery.
 I have lost myselfI am locked in this Haiku
 This is artistry.
 Want a candy cane?Afterall it is Christmas.
 No? Fine, Fuck You then!
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