"good morning, my ray of sunshine?"
ethereal, ethereal, ethereal
unreal, surreal, make-believe
jigs that never saw
from rams that never erred

for you don't really exist anymore
i will tuck myself to bed
am i pretending? enthralled? i whisper
and as the eyes close, my mouth utters:

"God's task, men prevail.

God's flask, men perish.

God's mask, men love."