He collected happy endings in his spare time,
though the sentiment of defeat haunted the spine of every book he had read.
Humiliating moments, obscured in testimonies of love and peace.
While everyone quickly adapted to the facets of a new era
he filed complaints for incongruent speech
blaming dog and baby jargon.
“Magic is inevitable, like God’s ultimate jurisdiction.”
“What matters most is that I have you, consistency.”
he might say.
Imgaine his thoughts parading a jacket cover: unicorns carousing under mystic waterfalls.
