my beloved Krishna has returned;
not to me, but to his heavenly home.
who knew the universe and the stars could retreat at such a rapid pace. who paused to think that brilliance could ever come to an end. and how does it reason to mourn the loss of someone you've felt all your life; being someone you never knew--never met--never touched.
this is the magic and wonder of a legend;
marvelous splendor, leaving a lasting impression
in the blink of an eye, for all of eternity.
A poem by Max Eternity
Dedicated to Michael Jackson