I call you tiger
Monster
Money counting minister of
Good things
So you say
In my heart, you created a doubt
That anything had ever
Happened
I was flattened
by your faithful attention
Tuning in my television thought
I castigate you with flames to
Make your eyes aware
Of every heart’s detail
This is a dangerous thing we play
Harping on the tunes we most
Urgently know, like slow music
In the dark
Words from mouths, both meaningless and
Sinister
While the sun rises and runs in his courses,
Glorious

Beautiful Justin!
Thanks!