It is bent not broken
It is scratched not cracked
Asleep with eyes wide open
...
A poet, practicing accountant...)
The Comforter
It is bent not broken
It is scratched not cracked
Asleep with eyes wide open
The catalyst comforter of our second selves
Seldom pacify the untamed melodies
With its croons of eternal peace,
Lying at the bosom of the master.