tome [blues for dfw].
how could i possibly write anything about you?
how could i possibly write what i really want to say?
you were a man [had a mind] like a monument, and
the shadow that you cast won't easily fade...
[david, was that a cliche?]
tributes quite often fit like wet clothes...
it's so sad for me to see such humanity gone.
there's prince hamlet standing in a grave holding
old poor yorick's skull...
"where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?"
tome...
was your heart as heavy as your thoughts?
alone...
you must've felt so alone, a raskolnikov.
tome...
i push my hair out of my face and think of yours.
alone...
a magic man-- i'm gonna miss you, sir.
[rest assured, you'll hold a place in the canon...
much more just than a footnote in the pantheon.]
~lee.
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