Solemn Continuum

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Twilit fields, whole with loam, so often wrought upon,

Hath not such a purgatory, meant for recourse

But solely for expedience, purge naught

Of this; dusk settles ever so


Usher of clouds, in skies so crepuscular

Reflecteth so dearly, what light hath repose

Shining unto death, unto eternity

So brilliant doth it stay; so brilliant, unto death


Grim weights hangeth upon the fibril of life;

Impending pendulums, hanging through time;

Ever so dearly looming of severance

Doth these feeble threads stretch

Yet doth hold firm, unto death


Life hath no insight akin to death, nor hath it tranquility

Nor peace, nor solitude;

Solely what doth exist, precludes not the rise of despair,

Only hath it a solitary facet

Not wrenched of congenial being,

For, life hath expedience

Everlasting, unto death

Submitted: November 21, 2018

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