Restudying Endgames
A little rest of our life
A little rest
No hope, no hopefull of stars
Starfishes wasted on the floor
No ends, no happy endings
Just a little bit of endlessness
Just a bit of lust for someone special
All gauze panels and no lace
The rewiring and the redressed
Let's pretend
As if it was forever
In morning glory and cold brewed tea
All in watercolours, mimic the world
Quite a twirl, quite a tour
For to vie is to veil
Screw everything else
The westworld is best
Regard this, disregard this
Turn it on, torn it up, I don't care
The bluebird might care
When it was finished
with its favourite armour
One by one a lullaby
One by one they all fall down
Like velvet curtains on a summer night
Desire you, desire to be you
Desire to be none other
Fairy ring and fairy light
Light up a thousand miles
The barometers are wrong
What matters and what matters not
Are you and you are not even you
Fold my hand like a tentacle pocket
You only get so far with so less
The correct spelling is solace
By Aran Meredith
May 2024
