Sirened
It was the crystal of sensibility
In the most insensible of ways,
The weariness of transcendence,
On the darkest sort of days…
My many flaws then stood exposed,
Yet through the light that shadows steal,
Ideas leaned toward compassion
And willing fortitude to heal.
Then through the grays of indifference,
While dancing with joy
on the solitary blue,
I posed with the greens of brilliance;
And agreed that euphoria
was the essence of you.
11/16/04
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