Terribly sweet puppet of my dreams
How close is our zest for doom?
In pages of scrolls, our laboratory
A silver lavish alchemy of poetry
Dullest art to read, greatest
Strife to write, how can I
Cancel my kindness, that spills
To rouse these sanctions from reality?
With a somewhat evil smile
I grin at these eternal rainbow labours
That binds faith to my living soul
In the mere mirage of miracled words
These fairy voyages so rapt
In the moonward bend of unfettered dreams
That run and dance with rich palm-stars
This vortex of celebration without rim
Foam of superscription, literary galore
Last snowy sentences of compassion’s charm.
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