My name is of old,
my life is foretold.
Who am I?
One One Five,
Cross Park Drive.
Out of the top hat came a sight for sore eyes,
a surprise.
A tragic demise.
An honorary member of the Magic Eclipse.
A region of inverted zones, a landscape.
Very near is far away, up is down, fast is stationary.
Vanished.
© MARCO MOONE 2008
