My name is Kendall, call me Ken,
I live in the north-east of England,
I like history, reading, and music,
I’ll love you forever or at least ‘til morning comes,
I get attached to all the wrong characters,
I stood at the center and danced at the extremities,
Leave a trail of instinct and roses and things.
Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward,
Blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve.
Night. He was blind; he could not see the stars
Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud;
Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green,
Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.
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