My mind doesn't ramble like it used too.
The words stick
in my head as if glued.

I found that I neglected, the joker and the soldier,
and so they huddled,
frightened atop the infinite plateau as the
red fire griffith scorched the earth about.
Until I came and soothed him. Until he purred
like a happy kitten. And I put out the flames,
though the volcano still smolders. Perhaps
that is where the griffith came from.

The volcano moves off into the distance,
drifting away like an island in the sea
as the cruise ships sails by and over
the curving oceans.

And  so we sit to dine on the plateau,
made of dark cracked earth. They tell me that one should
never leave their soul behind.