Top Dog

Under the broad bright windows

when it first began to warm his blood

so noble and so bare

there’s music in the midst of desolation and a glory that shines upon his tears

down the drain in his paradise above the evening star

staring the clouds when reported by deep stream

He hears a sickening cry from the sordid cave of his soul

as time shakes on him.

When feeling pressed like thunder but would not break into the grand music of his dreams

mates laughing on him

echoes behind the hope to new start

but as he glanced once again to the broad bright windows

it was his alacrity

somehow that’s was the necessity



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