I Built This Treehouse in the Ground

Ch. 13- Return of They

To delve away--
To strand astray--
cigarette burntout of ashtrays--
fill a void in memory bays--

"Away," I thought--
from paces gones--
and six months passing--
the thought stretched so long--

--ago, as it fell, the dirt burying--
They.

But back it returns for sakes of revenge--
Of the purest of forms seperated by this pen--
alone.