silence is sage
and no gold is betrothed
to the folly of words.
wizened of old. i can taste
the word's iteration as the pen sees
the dreamer, as the paper
dictates the fate.
bespectacled, sizing down
the most fortuitous of spectacles,
in the pantheon
belonging to the supremes
destroying frailest caryatids
and awakening the mortal flame.
how well you understood
the postulation of cold.
how vivid, how precise
is your concept of the void.
how seldom imposed
the crutch of loves,
how mystic is the enigma
of the wide-eyed wanderer
sifting through the word,
the will, and the way!
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
silence is sage
and no gold is betrothed
to the folly of words.
wizened of old. i can taste
the word's iteration as the pen sees
the dreamer, as the paper
dictates the fate.
bespectacled, sizing down
the most fortuitous of spectacles,
in the pantheon
belonging to the supremes
destroying frailest caryatids
and awakening the mortal flame.
how well you understood
the postulation of cold.
how vivid, how precise
is your concept of the void.
how seldom imposed
the crutch of loves,
how mystic is the enigma
of the wide-eyed wanderer
sifting through the word,
the will, and the way!
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