Sin sits silently
Hibernating sullenly
Sinking into dormancy
Patient in its fraud
...
My dandy lines grow fair and bright
With some space and a shot of light
My cheerful field yields joy and pleasure
One man's nuisance transformed into treasure
...
She lingers in the dim antechamber
Positioned behind the oaken door.
One by one, her relatives leave her
Alone to contemplate the organ's roar.
...
Great and wise the
willow droops her fingers over the long grass,
seeding my backyard with light, springy boughs that
lie sweetly on the ground, and whip in her delicate
...
Reality burns the dreamer's eye.
It plants on the lid an ugly sty,
Imposing strict forms, rigid and tight
Existence: doomed to visionless sight
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Andrew does not see time
He sees gears and levers
In the tock, tock chime
As numbers align and trigger
...
I flew to Florida in February
To prostrate myself to the Sun.
Stunned by the pale ghost of my image,
Underdone.
...
I shall dress you up
Restrain your shoulders
Buckle your stomach
Secure your collar
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I have no mind to theorize
Just give me facts to memorize
I'll cram and jam them in my brain
A list, a date, a word, a name
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Sin's Cycle
Sin sits silently
Hibernating sullenly
Sinking into dormancy
Patient in its fraud
Sin lies lavishly
Reproducing lovingly
Cultivating misery
Waiting for a prod
Sin hates happily
Germinating stubbornly
Then it spews forth angrily
Retching against God