When once a folly friended fell fearless
when once a likened lover lay listless
when once a shallow savored sweet doth shiver unsheathed
words electrified words electrified verbs
begotten of mirth and good will
begotten of unskilled luck and that folly
that doth rain upon the spirit in times of trouble
I lay listless, I fearless fall
this sweet heir of bliss
this sweet bearing miss
me not
not take me down
but evermore upon the whistled palm doth rise and raise
the spirit fall flown, far flung
angels in the dust doth tell me otherwise
doth tell me there are wisdom poles and withered roles
we play and to our dismay this weathered day doth end
and we rise again
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