No thought so insidious that in grey matter of the mind,
of unhindered scope this world beside
to eternal bliss at midnight lease in waking hour;
I still behold in false pretense to vague impressions
that burning goblet in the rainforest:
See! how you first set ablaze the sun
of eyes so blind through e'ery pouring shadow,
so off-hand to my sightless view at Minerva's golden brow:
barred of such looks that day of unaltered eye,
needest no light of wanton tapestry at thy throne,
away from out of sight in thy presence alone, my love,
of thy most high deserts to titanic visions afar,
of ages that are dead through hurtlings of past woe,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in my bed of crimson joy;
bids me go the way of all flesh along the pavement of cow parsley,
that crow's quill of furrowed fields against the harvest moon.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Thursday, March 26,2015 8: 11: 43 PM
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