Faeo 'Lyre' Clive (16th August 1989 / Isseke - Ihiala, Anambra State.)
And Life Sicken to Endure
This anatomy bear us in hand. It
Shines intil treasure and makes me be
And live a thing that is none. Take
A good look at how beauteous, but
One day shall certain, quote me ugly.
It scares me apart and shuns me in
A company, when I can have no
Fear, for the stay of many. I shall
Comfortable, go gently among the
Throng than the solitary closet of none.
Had earth so healthy whence each man
From other's heat, death had not so, if
We singly worlded. There is this
Chain 'round earth that ease lives to hold
Of hereon. The fear of dying makes
None recreant but the pains to
Lay the grave and the greed to live.
For all this same, and I met but
Today and hour, breathed intil last, I
Shall loose-limbed, slippery intil the heels,
Answer as if I have wished; for
Nature allows no excuse intil my
Sinew. Chance, yet, is a tool of the
Kismet, intil this quittance. As I
Shall bedded, I would wake spectral,
A me, intil that I slumberest
Lay. If I may stirred, thereupon shall
I take a coverage, whole, mine,
As pregnant of my digestion;
Then I can descry that I had
But has from a raw me, unseen.
Upon admission of my passage,
The making intil dregs, I may not
Of mind, about my security or
His thereafter ___ my bringing home, where
Art earth shall inhume. Said tributes,
I shall ghost intil a wandering.
Perhaps, I may look back intil his
Sight or busy intil my grave offences.
Upon the licence of pace and airy
Motion, I shall take the warrant
Intil pleasure and meet my lady-love;
As carving for myself and intil
The climatures ever shorn of. I
Shall on wings, sensible intil clocking
As if I cherish the shade, dare
My unhad. I shall to forerun
My unmet death, essay. But this rocky
Fire intil my breast shall I make intil
___ where in love, the miss I shall miss.
My family and neighbours all, be
No out with me, in that this is
No will mine but my moving intil
This day, albeit unfriendly thoughts
Of mine that would or not welcome
My moving as intil own choosing;
If my life sicken to endure.
This may else, from my dying place,
In that I am hereupon sickest.
Shall I so depart and leave any
Work undelivered and intil the airy
Dissemination? I shall send all
Intil attention. Intil aider-liefest,
Shall I sting with my death and cold
Visitant. Watching her, I shall by
All might, safe her from the news, yet
Lay a hand on her breast and front,
To lack me. I shall not move in
Her eye or air a no native
Cry intil her hearing; yet I shall
Fire no blank to ring her idleness
Intil a sepulchral closet of my
Absence and would not save the thorns
Portentous. This watching shall keep
Too, her sleeps and from nightmares. I
Shall indrawn, depart but post haste,
Whenever I smell her, wont of me.
Intil my mother, I shall manage time
To make strong, her melting sex,
Before the news. Of all loves, by
The last of advantage and the
Immortal, shall I employ intil
The last, the solace intil her sinew.
Thence, leave, to escape earliest, the
Envy of parenting and a single
Stare, each each or twice each, intil my
Brothers. I shall take time, back intil my
Hearth, if I died afield. I shall take
My calendar. I may pick not
The words borne lively but I can
Make through the lettering; let blur!
But those are records alive and green.
Intil my poesy shall I not sleep upon
But upon her reach at the breathing
Time, think. My signings intil the webs
I shall log out and clear but all
Cookies; I may use somebody. Thereupon
Shall I awhile in my room, if I
Shall watch my photos or essay to touch
Other decorations, it shall mine, no
Pastime, for there art a soul intil
My love and care intil the vainly.
I shall spend but that day alone and
Not intil the gloom, then I shall leave.
And my walk, I shall course intil the
Bucolic, my native vista, no
Extravagant but by my common
Bound. My room shall lodge me after each
Wayfare. I may at any time, open
My book of days, read the charactery
Of my time and embrace harder,
My short-lived story. Any day, any new,
I shall forth intil all my used. More
And much shall my companion intil
Them, intil by immortal, worn by
Their heat and dispersed in their grudges.
Hereon, shall I make intil my room,
The last lodging. Methink I shall
Thereupon, lay a bio, mine, digested
Intil heavy, a literary scription,
Figured intil no rhythm, but infused
Lachrymal. It shall all pity of
Me to tell the grave, my ground but
Shall let my followers make on. One
Big grace shall I do this tribute,
___ I shall dropp no rheum sorrowful,
But not that they will not well, brew.
But that death is one common thing
Unhappy as 'tis, it takes time not
To take the things of value, unlike
'tis; intil thus do they quail at him.
But shall I, when Jesus gave us an
Adamantine dependence and
The resurrection of life; thus,
The power beyond grave. For all over,
I shall in fine, lay back my front
Up, intil withdrawal, submitting,
As God may repose me but today.
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