To live to lie awake
For just a morsel of alabaster cake
As she sheds her frosting on a silver lake
Just desserts for those who sin
Complete and swift like a mighty wind
Where does this rhyme pretend to lead?
to live, to lie as a humble seed
And blossoming up from shallow ground
A plaintive nod to a silent sound
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