Speak of
The Devil
and she
shall appear.

From where
do I know her?
How far or
how near?

Maybe,
at one point,
we met
in some Life.

Before
you were you
and before
Eye was I.

Time did
its trickiest
treat on
The All
of us,
friend.

One skill
that I haven’t
unlearned
though is art..
of pretend.

At least
not.. quite..
yet. Pretend
still I do..
still I am.

There is so
much more
to this Life
than preamble
to Death,
that is true.

If only
“The Prelude
to Death”
was a song
that I already
knew.