Benediction


Borders or false belief;
Reality wanted to live,
Dance, live, of structure and peace.
In time, the momentous equalizer.

Sway-sides of innocence (resurrections)--
Where have thy gone?
Waiting for digressions--
Longing for last sun.

These cold few days--
Plagues of final rapture increase.
Few and many, fast approach craze,
He to-catch-a-dove during final release.

Last he sat
Upon rows of white lace,
Set in distance appeared demon crest;
He rue to have left too many a trace.

Tears too shall not crest--
Where there is no multiple sum;
And do not rest
For that which shall not come.

Yes! Deny him his right of happiness.
Prolong destiny has churned,
For he and I live;
The past we must return.

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