Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades
Vague delight
Dead wood's paleness, bygone...
O weightless thought
Microscopic darwins.
Particles of a cruel hour-glass
That's filled with empty seed.
Raining down a poet's grave
Earily thy sad wind roars
Blows and weaves on torrid shores
Careworn mermaids flicker grey
Elderly thy morn-boughs sway
When the oddest foe entwines me
and ballads die away
When the witty moons pass by like habits
I'll starve in bleak dismay
Chasms whisper:
"Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"
Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty
With cygnets wrapped in moss
Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir
Thy energy disdained by sourness
Make thy loom of wisdom
Into a sprouting remedy
Be aware that thou shall mind
Thy timid orphaned naiades
A swarm of white owlets
To clear my lovesick heart
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Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades
Vague delight
Dead wood's paleness, bygone...
O weightless thought
Microscopic darwins.
Particles of a cruel hour-glass
That's filled with empty seed.
Raining down a poet's grave
Earily thy sad wind roars
Blows and weaves on torrid shores
Careworn mermaids flicker grey
Elderly thy morn-boughs sway
When the oddest foe entwines me
and ballads die away
When the witty moons pass by like habits
I'll starve in bleak dismay
Chasms whisper:
"Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"
Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty
With cygnets wrapped in moss
Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir
Thy energy disdained by sourness
Make thy loom of wisdom
Into a sprouting remedy
Be aware that thou shall mind
Thy timid orphaned naiades
A swarm of white owlets
To clear my lovesick heart
Vague delight
Dead wood's paleness, bygone...
O weightless thought
Microscopic darwins.
Particles of a cruel hour-glass
That's filled with empty seed.
Raining down a poet's grave
Earily thy sad wind roars
Blows and weaves on torrid shores
Careworn mermaids flicker grey
Elderly thy morn-boughs sway
When the oddest foe entwines me
and ballads die away
When the witty moons pass by like habits
I'll starve in bleak dismay
Chasms whisper:
"Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"
Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty
With cygnets wrapped in moss
Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir
Thy energy disdained by sourness
Make thy loom of wisdom
Into a sprouting remedy
Be aware that thou shall mind
Thy timid orphaned naiades
A swarm of white owlets
To clear my lovesick heart