After labor we went straight to the domicile
Chilled, smoked had a yak
Gave a choice, the living or the cradle
Without a doubt, the cradle is the space to slack
Sat, laid, while the piano was played
Watched, thought, while veneration was fought
Rehearsed, converse in the still of the night
Spades, flowers, diamonds, hearts below the room’s light
Called, ordered waited for the rations
Laughed, frowned, thinking of questions
Washed, consumed, drank, washed again
Eyes, hands, skin, a touch pretend
Listened, adored, searching for a song
Found, sang, desired it lasted long
Swayed, played to the hymns that will miss
Knuckles, plans, trips, double smiles, all done with a K ii S
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