dedicated in reverence
in purest esteem
a recollection of dedication
to an overt event
relived once again
in anticipation
'Running on empty, the sky is dark'
by the Big Blue Vase
is shaky town
passing by all those lives
fallen as a giant
long leaf pine
I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold
I can't shiver, so cold
Insanity tastes of identity
Rolling stone got no home
Midnights Voice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-45/
