Rest now

Lucy feels and

Lucy grows and

Lucy shows no bounds.

The river flows

more than

once

to prove
to us

the role
of trust

To gain

a world

is to

gain

sure right.

We tracked down

the derranged diplomat

(an estranged bureaucrat)

who gains

(who takes)

and gives

on a public scale.

Lucy places and

Lucy complains and

Lucy contains her tribute.

The way to go

this one

is the way we

would have liked
to have gone.

Time lost

past

grasped

now the mirror has

implemented the

re-correction.

A world away
from feeling
a world away
from loss.

On a gain line

to bid against

the fake of

two lesser 

beings.

Lucy stalls and

Lucy faces and

Lucy places herself out.

Gather and 

fall and

crawl and

become just another

one who

cannot be 

the last one

left.

This

that

one left.

This that

one

left.

This

that

I am 

(you are)

left.

Lucy is left

Lucy is left

belittled and

estranged to

the rest.