Absolute

We view her we view her
But that man killed her
That little blue book
Of success
The youth is realised
Only when the clock ticks into our lungs
Her thick words
They line our spaces
Misunderstanding, if only
Not her time
We paid a man To show us the way
We have underlined her advice
Her warnings
In grey
She wore flowers
She continued on
She misses the world

the first new day