The soul of Expectation
Ah, ever to breathe in!
Formless, when experienced
That in flesh does less so
Tingle, in its fulfilment!
Amor-touched; soft and slow!
At those of its viewing heights
For reveries, upswept
Undeflated, til Time-born
And those comedowns live out
World, shaped and coloured as that slept
For isle-dream, yet to sprout.
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