I roam the desolate wastelands of earth alone
A forlorn man,
Scarred with emptiness
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The moon;
So gloom in its glowing,
It shines, as an effervescent sign,
To all those with ears to hear;
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The blue bird is humming
Though the sap of the sycamore bled
From one end of town to the other
Curled like a garden snake
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The babies bones burn
As the trunk of the tree
Collapses in a haze
Of wheat, molasses, and mold,
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The setting of a thousand suns,
The wrath of a thousand kings;
The chant of a thousand cherubs,
The words by which we bleed,
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A harper's harp,
played from atop,
The mount, of a golden-white steed,
Signals the start-a beginning-a part,
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It is dawn; the dreary month of May,
I rove the shore of a weary bay;
In dread and terror (as one might say) ,
The spring of God fades away,
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I quietly mourn on this woeful day,
For a sole year ago, in the balmy month of May,
I espoused a kindhearted woman, by the name, Laffeye.
A fine young damsel she was; my Elizabeth Laffeye
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A mystical field;
Bedight, benign,
Rimmed with golden roses;
Surreal, divine,
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I clasp grains of ashen sand,
My eyes, gazing upon windswept lands.
I walk, scaling the golden shore.
My body-lifeless-descends through the floor.
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