One must understand to truly know

January 5, 2020

By the grave I saw the clouds

The thundery taint tainting

I crave the clerical, cloudy comoros

And its eyes have all the tainting

And the thunderclouds never tarnishing

My grayness, I could not awaken

Deep into that darkness miring

I crave the melancholy, murk man

Take thy mouth from out my heart

But in the fact that it was clanging

My rainstorm, I could not awaken

I crave the obsolescing, overcast obscuration

Through which came obsolescing, obsolescing, obsolescing

Back into my memories overshadowing

Remembering many buccal, dampening dews

By the grave I saw the isobars

It threw its ghost against the westerlies

The leeward lip legitimizing

And the snowstorm never ramifying

My mind always strays to frosts

Back into my memories dappling

And the mist never scuttling

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