white knights
turn on the smoke machine
and fade into the fog
of the forgotten yesterdays
a memory obscured
by time and drink
and sink down to the depths
to feel the bottom
and look up to the glare
of searching flashlights
from the white knights
that have come to your rescue
tall, dark and handsome
hats -- slightly askew
Nonsense again. Not sure if this piece is related to the previous pieces. I just felt the pressure to write. 39 more to match... 40 to set the record. Peace out.
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