Irian
My fealty can be sent for none.
The cadent tears still don’t know why they fall
Deflate now all the bawdry of my world.
My cataleptic causeway do bebleed,
Bemad my agnosticism to the end,
Alluded to when all it had begun,
Deflectable as the unknown sun.
I can allay this strain, but it gets hard.
Epigastric burning comes tomorrow.
When epicene but proved you’re still around
With warm I changed for silver coins of sorrow.
The irian can be caught by anyone.
Feels better when it’s known, that it is mine.
The simple rainbow anyone can paint,
But that reflects the distance, still ungained.
Surprised when I can meet it in thy eyes
Behind the suicidal face of future.
And so I feel the special kind of rise,
Illusory arise of strings for creature.
I’m on my plane, I’m fingering my chords.
Somebody to the left has got the eyes like yours,
But these eyes don’t tell nothing me at all,
Just shoulder, that lets my head lay on.
I’ve lost you all without chance to return.
Neglected blinking of yours in the human burn.
For thousand pieces in her contested it,
Thousand another pieces impacted my defeat.
Mornwards we fly in life-support machine.
It seems to be so immendaciously.
You’re wall in me,
You’re stone at me.
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