A shimmer of hope
in the pool with the ghoul
and I danced to disturb the fashionable mother.
Some greater other croaked
And a long-lost brother soaked
In the irony of a perpetual inkling.
This, then, is the drift, when the goalposts shift, make sure you know that
Love is being with the right person at the right time and realising it.
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