Mysteries of the Gloom

Intrigued by mist, for seeing death I peer,
As to regard forest a wild one hatched,
And madly nothing dull’d in sanity,
And simplest sight unangrily forgone,
And precise self-love knowingly discard’d,
And facile error rightly transcended,
And wrong redemption rightfully unmask’d,
And charm by barking throat shouted,
And want made riches by fabrication,
And darkness - clergy-like - mastering light,
And complex fault miscall’d authority,
And loosened hate refreshing broken love:
Lur’d by all these, in the rain I am found,
Save that, to live, I conceal these deep down.

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