If ever there be a Soul pure as mine,
Or genius bestowed, my flower is thine!
Shine, shine on me, love, hereafter my dear,
And never ask of doubt, despair, nor fear!
Encased like marble, statuesque and smooth,
Only for me to touch, all else remove
Not an atom from thee, nor even time
Which jealously covets this lovely rhyme!
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
I
Vines on bricks, lights on rides, and I with me -
Smells of ice! Songs of glass! Twilighted grace!
Dimmed Sun! Friend! Thou art falling! Must He flee?
Doomed Moon rising! Fear, O I fear Her face!
O Nostalgia, dost thou reverberate?
Wandering wheels reels round marbled mansions.
A cartoon party timeless dream neath great
Old oak trees. Tantalizing creations!
Alone, standing still, cloaked in thy charged shrouds.
Disintegrating present, future, past…
O Nostalgia! Thy rippling waves and clouds
Mean the world to me! Sublime feeling! Last!
II
Remember! Remember! O Nostalgia!
Break through dark clouds of gray! O memory!
Thy surf swells my spirit! Euphoria!
We wear thy chains of sworded slavery!
O feeling! I ride thy winds like these gulls!
What adventures, wild nights, are there for you!
Nothing we! Grasping for what time annuls!
Statuesque, watching, crashing thy deep blue
Multitudes of mutability! Stay!
Nostalgia is here ! Nostalgia is here!
Let not ever this feeling fade away!
Nostalgia is here ! Nostalgia is here!
III
Sun! Set on these my happy, happy, years.
O Imagination! Form thy happy
Slippery vestiges! O happy tears!
O quiet chaos! Moments watery,
Moments of woe, moments of Nostalgia!
Repeating punishment! O hereafter!
Let it be! Let be! Reformed Nostalgia!
I know thee, true falsity, loved other!
Artifact of sublime evanescence!
Fearful fear! Doubled reflected tomb!
Rise! And rhyme! Future of transience!
Thy blank stare! Thy silence I hear! O Moon!
IV
I am like thee! O unknowable hope!
Empty vanity! That is me! Mythos
Of self, within, without, what is thy scope?
Strange affinity! What strange embryos!
What mysterious cold eyes see downstream!
What cruel body, like the black sea, swirling
Back in profusion. Still I love! I dream!
A poet on thy precipice, I sing!
I am thy actor! I am thy reader!
I am thy machine! Protean Narcissus like freak!
Translator of what is in between! Stir!
Frozen in art! Frozen in time! O speak!
V
O troped Nostalgia! Veiled thing of power!
I need thee! Groan on with me! A poet,
Standing with thy force; I am thy tower!
Grieve with me! O unlived life! Pass thro’ it
Pale faced like the Moon! Heart blazed like the Sun!
And still I love! And still I love! Triumph
In the shadow of death; O living gun!
Know we spring like flowers! Yes! We triumph!
O Nostalgia! Eternally moving
Verse written cross our souls! We hear thy call!
Each age trumpets thy second line seizing
We miserable children - soon to fall!
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
Old bird on the water/
Float on, pale friend, float on!
Hanging thy head in silence -
No song, no mate, the end.
To think thy myth a lie!
How did you trick the poets?
Was it the wind, that awesome key/
Orchestrator of this echoing moment?
And still we sing your song/
Though we have never known it!
Our souls: mysterious miracles -
Become! In this annihilating moment.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
Nowhere is a good place to die
This Earth tis a foreign patch
And the void is black where birds sing out lies
And my soulful substance shall soon dispatch
While I must hear machines that hiss and cry
Nowhere is a good place to die
In this realm bereft of grace
O speeding Death with all infinite eyes
Leave thy mark / Mute my disgrace
Yet I must hear machines that hiss and cry
Nowhere is a good place to die
Ideas transgress and the mind enchants
Life and the complete works of time
Settle all in order which the Divine disenchants
And I must hear machines that hiss and cry
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC