Poetry for Strangers: Eudemonic

in remembrance of things blast

she is a leaf trembling in the north wind
on her the time traveler had will depend

we chased shadows through the masquerade
while the navy bombed the promenade

it’s all about war and peace and wizards
pierre used magic to fight the blizzards

i am eudaemonic spake the prophet
come on the meter maid sneered get off it

he found the future in an iron cup
foxed, tattered, torn, bent, and slightly ripped up

marriage is love luck song faith forever
an eternal circle binds the ever


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