For soothe be thee,
And be appeased,
If thou confound,
Humanity.
Borne aloft,
Obscured from sight.
It lays aback-
No sense of night.
And as Osiris
Trails up above,
I close my eyes
And know respite.
Phoebus in his muted gold-
Reflects to me,
Sweet Iris' gentle kiss,
Farewell to angst.
For in your arms I know myself-
And am content to simply be.
Embraced by youths infusions count-
The words which pledge ourselves entwined.
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