to stan

 where 

is he

who wanders

in infinity

he who

has the 

wound 

fearful symmetry

who

is he

i am not the one

with frost upon

his dawn

plus the raven wings

i am not the light

im the truth

that stings

im broke 

unto high

hell

the flames

that burned

the lavatries

graffiti

on a fountain

regarding one who is now lost

yet his soul screams

amid the town

rebounding

wind begotten

but gone

but happy now