Sweet touch, repeated
The afternoons returned
Bent chiefly towards a mindful moon
The mystic nymph-like excitment
steers this terror of loveliness
in the time that remained
I was held up by my own thoughts
the circling, racing kind
I try to forget
my shallow admiration for you
try to remember more alluring times
What reason to I have to be down-trodden?
My mistakes are sharp
But of the wonderful kind
They strengthen my grip
instead of cutting me to numberless pieces
The sleek restling leaves
Your slick face--
I'm enclosed in words today
I am such a fake
false expression
You make me feel
like such a fool
I have been compelled with inward power
and declared the kindled blaze a Light.