What lies in words
but absurdity's turds
grow fence and frieze
round a heart weary poet
despair the first
drowned in dead necrotic days
pity the twin
bound by eons crazed and cursed
abhor the terce
cloaked by laughter dense as sin
Why bear dreams that cannot not scheme
And dream tattered but without sleep
Why keep mine mortal yet so fierce
but to pierce an ache deferred.
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