It’s fair to say
I loved you more
when I believed your words
I will not call them lies
(at least for now)
Instead I try
to find out how
you saw your way
What monstrous
visions drove you on?
How fearsome was the road
you travelled for so long?
I cannot tell.
Both audience and applause
I shared with you
who wove a tale
from cradle
to the stage
You played at
poet
shaman
statesman
lover
thief.
from platform
to a
sick bed
to a
cell.
And in the end
I find I hope
that you believed
in everything
(except your self) .
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