Friday, February 12, 2016

Lost Conscious

Dark night mistakes the distant death

E're waiting still it comes 

For money's worth and pennies spent 

Yet ne're subtracts the sum 

A shallow peeling bell may sound 

Some lonesome ghostly ring 

While sonnets rise and beauty fades 

In long forgotten spring 

Dim failing intellectual bliss 

The thought begets the daze 

And searching ends at sunset's reign 

Lost in a sentient maze

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