I looked back into my life's graveyard dreams,
And resolved the signs' sub-textual enigma,
They are a melange of mystic schemes,
The remedy for the headstones stigma?
Battleships of the cemeteries' text,
Of the uncanny weird to fall down perplexed,
Giving itself up with a wondrous flash,
The memories' and new idols' mental clash?
Proxy planes of reality peeping,
Maxims of youth vanguards of this reality,
Skill and arts mirrored by mortality,
While poets scads of those cryptic triads go reaping,
Inheritance of dead nobility,
Ultimate upright reliability.
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