"extern" poems
Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent
For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent?
No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art
But mutual render, only me for thee.
Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soul
When most impeached stands least in thy control.
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Amidst all the waves,
Im the bait.
Unknowingly in extern ,
Rightly targeted.
Soulfully banished,
In my own den.
Missing the old me,
To reciprocate.
Yet told the queen,
Dumb queen.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC