Lamentable, indeed: the lamplight touch'd
your breast and felt the breathing sound.
One limb, lithe and mirthful, reached around
to cover eyes and stop the witnessing of birth.
Please, beseech your tears and stop their exodus.
Momenta of the memory-full field of pansies
disreputable flowers that they might be,
born to base themselves in brick-surrounded soil
unelegantly undervoiced and plain.
One necessary night for most is what fulfills
liquid desiring escape. Most fire oxidizes,
presses upon our skin with weight of atmospheres;
Such weight, such destitutely jostling molecules
of bitter atmospheres.
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