Ere those despairing months have come to pass
And befall my pensive condition
With tempests that hide a southerly sun in undulating expression
I examine my place here
Mind swaying like blades of grass
With neither voice nor sound of breath
I consider the evanescent present.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
Ere those despairing months have come to pass
And befall my pensive condition
With tempests that hide a southerly sun in undulating expression
I examine my place here
Mind swaying like blades of grass
With neither voice nor sound of breath
I consider the evanescent present.
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