As soon as it elope into dingy clouds;
O sacrifice pays the price of liberty,
Herein we know sacrifice as the libations for the magic formula
Dries up remorse with beautiful wit for brighter days.
My patience is a little too young to betray two more winters and summers in decrepit isles of their pride.
Ere we may steal her pride for untimely womb,
Every thing lay at the sandbank of patience
All appointed times and the mystery of becomings and esoteric patchwork of ontology
Takes to their immortal routines in the honourable reckonings
That lay by patience meadows and rummages of greenfield.
In the military rolls of warmongering jingoists and chauvinists,
To wax and flint,wax and wane,amidst peaks and valleys, systole and diastole,
Venture with reckonings and beckonings of a fructiferous glide.
Not in zero degree kelvins, jocosity and zaniness
Did they pluck smashhit as knights on horseback?
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