O’Keefe She passes through the door it falls behind her A fly’s wings curl burning in the air A rainbow rises from a frozen cup of coffee The elephant is sitting in the chair The Bookworm is eating his way through the funnies The Dumplings sit giggling in delight The morning is waiting for Elektra But Elektra is mourning for the knight And I’m falling As I usually do When recalling All that’s left of you The lady’s lover is chattering in the corner Chewing on the holey sole of his shoe The Dancer’s still singing from his poster But he’s slowly fading from black to blue Urantia is rising in the distance The Adjuster is waiting in the dawn Another shooting star has fallen And when they don’t come back, they’re gone When they don’t come back they’re gone