Lost in this dystopian garden

You lingered over days past

And told tales of infinite latitudes

Your lips moved with the fervor of the artist

The halcyon days were something of a myth

What a pile you made of my dubiety

The Liquid moon suffused soon enough

To illuminate your shrug, so gelid

Disregard this lone punter

He never met the sun

You speak of this coming estival

The very supposition I do not reckon

But I held you

And told you I believed you

This time, you smiled at my solicitude

And your bark shivered in the cold

- Tobi Nifesi