To the sweetest man alive, Michael!


UBIK
O my everlasting hope—
My cynosure—
The only serene cure—
The hypnotic denouement between your eyes
Attacks my weakness to raise your seeds—
And the beautiful bailiwick inside your soul
Roars like a bugbear in a daylight's goal—
A calliope soothes my ears every single time—
A dulcet lullaby of the seahorse's aurora's shrine—
Yet
O he who cries over the blue moon
In the bedroom wave of our melting June—
Missing a tiny glimpse of my mouthpiece—
Ceasing a silent stream of the ocean breeze—
A tidal pool of ache—
Saltwater kissing my lonely lake—
Waving against the shore in crescendo—
A dancing bassinet—
Babysitting my abnormal tanning—
Sometimes he roars—
Lawnmower in my midnight gospel—
Fireworks on Christmas Eve bottle—
Bedazzled by your hassles—
Loud as hell as a bell in a chapel.



MICHAEL
In the grand tapestry of the world, woven tight
Where earth and water intermingle in soft light,
Two spirits, two lands, converge in might—
The lake and the sea, in a dance so bright.

The lake, a mirror to the vast sky above,
Reflects the whispers of stars and the moon's gentle love,
Silent guardian of the land's tender embrace,
A bastion of peace in a still, quiet place.

The sea, a beast of ever-changing mood,
Roars with the tempest, whispers in quietude,
Its waves a symphony, vast and free,
A boundless canvas painted by Poseidon's hand, ever anew.

Destined to meet, yet forever apart,
Their hearts intertwine, beating in rhythmic art,
One calm, one wild,...