Like a candle flame in the sour, mean night
Favors your trust with his golden light
And promises his essence will ring a sight
And victor the tone in my broken bell's fight.
My sot, my cracked heart, my reeking mind,
Locked in on a kindred kind.
And looks now for more of you,
Convicted with the notion, hazarded you're true.
A bend, a curve, a turn, not shaped,
Through my primal cause long since raped,
An arbiter tween the pits of hell,
The tape and hindrance of my wreathed, peccant shell.
First discharged, a bated, breathed glow,
Then, a dazzling, splendid, blazing, lucid show.
Your pervasive attendance bears me know,
I've an age and swing to sway my go.
And as ecstatic as your here is to my make,
The futility of forever rains on your wake.
But I rub two sticks and blow for a fire,
And tell my heart that she's the liar.
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