Day of the Father for Gay Boys

One adjacent to another — siblings

Seven soothsayers

of what lies past the insights we have revealed.

One makes three, then four, then, at that point, more

until we move past simple numbers.

There is roar over the city this evening

what's more, of the million hearts we might in all likelihood won't ever see

here in the circle we sincerely commit responsibilities

we stretch the boundaries of natural adoring.

Once more, power visits,

also, the dark skies beat with light —

flows of force by some slender activity.

Children kiss their dads.

Children kiss their dads to rest

what's more, the rose-looked at kid recalls himself once more.

We are not the children they requested

with their enthusiastic dreaming.

We are not the children they expected to descend the line.

Be that as it may, we unfurl

past such kind fatherly obliviousness.

We unfurl inside the proportion within recent memory.

What's more, we bury the hatchet with the dads within us.

What's more, we bring forth a covered up, long-conveyed bliss inside.