Seductive descends the eve,
The memories of pain,
Of wax-laden carts that heave,
An animal instincts’ reign.

It peers into the void,
The blurred pallor faint,
Weary it is toyed
And I weep in complaint.

Perhaps it deceives not,
Aware of the words
That surrenders a lot
To the verses I unfurled.

As when thou dost rain,
Glinting in asbestos sheen,
‘Nd move me away
From a final refrain,

Raven and frozen,
Curtains of smoke,
Another laugh unspoken
In clots that provoke

With the taste o’ deceit
Which I water with care
From the rigid grip
That I do not fear.

I have naught to lose.

If habits doth teach
And time wearies me,
The mind doth reach
To another constancy,

Castles of ends,
Serpents of threads,
Abstract confines
Of an eve last said.

It strikes me like a bolt.

‘Tis been said I’ll try
– Sense is in the trying –
And one memory alone
Can keep me from lying.

I have naught to lose.

Pride I don’t wear.

With dreams I’ll fare.

No sense I’ll bear.

And yet still I smile
Through my boulevards deft
That perhaps she awaits,
Perhaps she doth know.

Perhaps.

Perhaps again.

I have all to lose.

Love hath no haste,
Love hath no age, though,
For blood I still have
To pen down texts;
‘Tis four, the hour,
To stay awake deep
For love hath no slumber
And I picture thee sleep.

And I lose.

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