Step-Rest-Rest.
Even when Daniel first met Harold, he never roused him.
X-Ray vision, it wasn't, but some sense that Harold dreamed
Purposefully and one had best not interrupt that on a whim.
Looking at him, head down at the bar, he seemed
At least somewhat like a student in grade school.
"Irritating the Believesphere," that is what Harold would call it.
Not that Daniel really understood what that meant. The drool
In front of Harold made Daniel laugh. All it
Needs is a little cocktail umbrella and it could be a
Georgia beach scene in miniature. Much like the world
Tony inhabited in the song Daniel still hummed. Atrophy
Of will is what Daniel attributed it all to; as loneliness unfurled.
Now he had a story to tell and no one to hear it.
Yes, now he knew how Tony must have felt and he would bear it.
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