My dude came home like Papillon, his spirit never captured
But truth be told, he never had a second chapter
Camo, green and gold, pull me in the sky, it’s the Rapture
Anno Domini, it’s no before, it’s only after
“With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes,
And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep;
While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware
Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.”
Frederic Manning | “Korè”