I may never soar
In that alabaster sky,
Or its billow menagerie,
In its brilliant eye.
I may never see
The end of the storm.
No quiet, no relent,
No lapse of any form.
This desire in me,
A sepulchral sting,
To be known, to be seen,
To be loved, the only thing.
Resigned am I
To hover, to float.
I shall know no lover,
No friend, no hope.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 3:40 AM UTC
I may never soar
In that alabaster sky,
Or its billow menagerie,
In its brilliant eye.
I may never see
The end of the storm.
No quiet, no relent,
No lapse of any form.
This desire in me,
A sepulchral sting,
To be known, to be seen,
To be loved, the only thing.
Resigned am I
To hover, to float.
I shall know no lover,
No friend, no hope.
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