Salt my wounds with sins unheard of
Glint my eye with worlds unfurled by
light's yellowing of lust--
We shan't decline life's nectared wine
But swallow it in jest--
Nor shall we shunt waking slumber's
hours of lightning, company and Love--
Time's demise will take it nightly
and rightly follow it with kind-
Worlds- Remembrances of Old-
Gentle times that passed-
With neither sound- Nor sight-
Nor tempered fright-
Just glee and soft, centred lasting-
Peace- Plus tethered Art--
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