"Let Us play Yesterday—
I—the Girl at school—
You—and Eternity—the
Untold Tale—
Easing my famine
At my Lexicon—
Logarithm—had I—for Drink—
'Twas a dry Wine—
Somewhat different—must be—
Dreams tint the Sleep—
Cunning Reds of Morning
Make the Blind—leap—
Still at the Egg-life—
Chafing the Shell—
When you troubled the Ellipse—
And the Bird fell—
Manacles be dim—they say—
To the new Free—
Liberty—Commoner—
Never could—to me—
'Twas my last gratitude
When I slept—at night—
'Twas the first Miracle
Let in—with Light—
Can the Lark resume the Shell—
Easier—for the Sky—
Wouldn't Bonds hurt more
Than Yesterday?
Wouldn't Dungeons sorer frate
On the Man—free—
Just long enough to taste—
Then—doomed new—
God of the Manacle
As of the Free—
Take not my Liberty
Away from Me—"
~ E.D.
Hey ... I love you. it's such a huge crazy world. But you have a beautiful spirit.
BoyBlue7295 7 months ago
@BoyBlue7295
That's art for ya. Whether Nina's or Emily's or John's (i.e., Mason Neale's, who wrote ''Good King Wenceslas''.)
Art is a continuum, and where it takes us, how it connects us, is pure fucking magick.
FungusMossGnosis 7 months ago