And as the sets reverse, to bring age to each step,Every sordid moment worse, lost is the nightto its solemn shroudAnd as I were, softly soundingAnd as we were, humming, drowningTo wonder if the afternoons are bearing weightas if they used toAnd as they do bring about our endTo send us spiraling backwardsInto the grip of a further dayAnd seated on a wooden bench, chatting softlySeated on the end of a simple quayThe roaring sunrise of a lonely dayTo see my valium waiting, asking, how shall I repay?
There is no penance for the wickedOnly preservation
And if there were reservation in a night’s walkWould my perseverance strike the moon?The continuum of autumn cropsPassing through the rear view, so the crickets croonTo high noon on the sky, the bear naked nightParading with a silk bed sheet, teasing the earthWith its glare of white, so we learn
And I will go into distorted dreams, the eyes of another twoAnd as if they were me and youpraying to see the sun ariseOut of the sand, singing vigorous hallelujahsAs the potently religious can do
And as if the meeting could rebound, flounderThere is momentary ardourIn which there is no speechAnd as if the sharpened mind grew simpleTo the present accent of a dimpleI utter a silent shriek
And have I, willing to do such, left myself behind?Has the full moon rendered me weak?Daring to pass a candle, is it I who is weak?Shrouded, dancing through the pinesThey, flouting lugubrious gownsToting the black fur of the stray catAnd the whimpers of the night, they do so abound!And settle contentment into the lapAnd pass the shadows to a further stare, painted blueAnd twilight eyes painted blackWith the fast arrival of the moon, so we stare, shudderAnd prance into tears for one another
And because the words have uttered soHere the words stop, buried, and I goAnd the master bedroom is fast asleepAnd alone into the carriage, so I waitAnd alone into the twilight, here I saunterAlone, far, another world, bending into memorySeeming familiarAm I alone?Or doomed to be apart?Yet the moon shines, the shadows embellish the darkAnd we have fainted to the mirror of the river,Walked on heaven’s gateOver the scarlet pass, the crashing ceilingOver gothic americaBeneath the silent moon, rainingThe alibi’s of antipas, crashing, feigningWrithing in a pit of vacant lots, a cup of scotch, spring color?Worthy of vile vitality, the silence of the lamb, brutally asunderAnd speaking to a moon of goldWet grass of greenSpeaking to the world below, above, accentuated by a passionate screamI will pace back and forth between the walls!Breaking leads as I do so!Unable to turn over, brawl away the animosityDraped in white pelts, and so bathing in splendor!And is it such the simple glance, black lace, svelte legs, elegance, slender liesGiving my spirit such a rise?
The night fully abreast, gently rising soSmiling down upon the planesHere the rising clouds open their curtains, brushing their maneAnd do not dare fall back to earth
And the night is long, winding about, abruptly brought to endTime humming softly in the ear, calling tooits melodious verse, a reprise of blueAnd from the rising sun, the exotic mein of a tired twoTapping to the dance of the street carsAnd seeing to conquer, will I see to conquer?Pressing to victory, odysseus’s return, a folktale of oldLosing shadows, pressing further, unto the bright morning foldTo be reborn on the morrow, I will be reborn unto the morrow!Rebirth in swaddling sunshine, voided, entranced, sundered of sorrowMaking off scott free!
And so lured backThe twilight asleep, so peacefullyBy entranced eyes of hazelSvelte silk of adolescent appraisal
The night slipping from under foot, tarrying first light, making calls to the wildAnd of course speeding past the requisites, far from an innocent childWrought from the nights course to be brought into a spacious placeAn open field of fallow groundHere I shall sit in a chair, drinking aleand let the waste aboundAnd the lamplight fills the hollow place, I standing paleAm settled into contentment
And the hold of hazel brochCan be be so dreadfully hard to shakeBreak a term, make a move to freedomAsleep and alive, frisking boredomFlying to the night at its peakAnd the darkness gives its solaceAnd the tender night inherits the meek
And ghastly pale as a lilacThe willingness to go undone, eyes thou hast forgedTaking a pill and searching for nothing!And the brazen thrills aloneWith others perhaps, the ashen throneBut not for oneFor the hope of anotherDreadfully soTo possibly rake the sunshineOr sand, or the ivory gardenBreaking free of thousand moonsOf verdant leaves, falling in autumnBlooming in the springAs is so for many things
The neon abounds, let the neon aboundThe spring hath taken my spiritleft me bare upon the groundWith the lashes of a thousand iris
We have flown to each other from distant towersAs the mein of the court asserts its toneThe streetlights shower flaxen landMellow goldAnd break apart the silenceAnd being one, known as so piousFar from a gentleman, yet somehow aboundingPassing far from human reach, rarely understoodYet drinking to folded hands in the lap, simple chantsAnd you would?After all that has ended, abounded, give madam a second dance?And you would, rest to a battle cry, if only for the endless chance?
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