Separated By Real Philosophy Poem by Kevin Maroney

What a strenuous labor here,
to such a friend and roomate dear,
not function, ephemeral,
don't cry stay there sull.
You're my ally, my only prox,
to share with the world, my foul fox,
For indeed how could you be anything else,
you clever, dastardly, made from the fells.

How dare you steal into the night,
with my torches, burning bright.
My only lamp in this dark world to see,
hath you taken in your moment of glee.
Never to myself did I contrive,
that from me my traitor would derive,
a ponderous wisp of times long past,
here in a flash and gone so fast.

It seems from me, a philosoph,
doth spring my vitae, my vital stuff.