my phoenix was beheaded;
it was a gracious favor.
but yet it mocks me
with a zombie shadow.
in place of a heat rash
i got an appetite for innocence.
yeah, that phoenix is dead;
but he might need reminding.
still getting forwarded mail
left in my pockets unwanted.
remind me to remember that the new
is bigger and older than the old was
when it thought it was the new or only.
yeah, that phoenix is dead;
he just might need reminding.
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