Weary of straying, greatly
I sit on a remote diner
and order a sundae.
Entranced, I bask and reckon;
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Those tiny blokes with neckties
in gelid offices, confer you
revolutions and umbrage.
I saw the elm, vortex,
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I can transmute cheap metal into gold,
I am able to take any form I like,
I know who I was in my previous lives
and I can vanish all kind of morbidities,
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The years of quiet knowledge cultivation,
Alone, the madness amplification,
Born of a disconnected from reality,
And gone haywire, big imagination...
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The deeply soft and noble balance,
Of the stalwart punkish youthhood,
Endlessly dark and white fairhood,
According to circumstances.
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Signs... agents of brutality,
Priceless with mystic splendor,
Telling of death's wooing; contenders,
Infinity, mortality.
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Words will bring generosity,
For our wooing of loves concealed,
Of blessed fondness that symbols yield...
Desiring informality.
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Oh necropolis! you charnel quagmire!
Initiation grounds of genealogies!
Lend grim, dead, mellifluous homesickness!
Grandest shelter for my quondam sorrows,
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To give credit where it is due and sing your praise,
with admiration,
Adoring your devoted genius which deserves
my admiration,
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I looked back into my life's graveyard dreams,
And resolved the signs' sub-textual enigma,
They are a melange of mystic schemes,
The remedy for the headstones stigma?
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