By Conrad Pierce
Once you were a bright star.
Twice you were fallen- somewhere afar.
Once a light bringer and comedic thinker.
Twice a night lingerer and slumly slinker.
Once given a word which transformed you for a third.
Twice given a lie which transgressed you from your herd.
Once stolen away- a captive inside the asomatous war.
Twice rescued from hostile hands, astringed- no more.
Once recklessly abound through their whispering sound.
Twice a thunderous stroke took you out of the bind.
Now a numberless game intertwined- thoughts of the first,
thoughts of the second- both now unwind.
Final gambit hands entwine, brain waves now decline,
Spiritual scales off the rictor, you're finally fine.
Home at last- no more incline for a star that is mine.
*In dedication to my cousin Gabe Droptiny
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