Bleak Vistae

I howl my pain dirge of agony Throes strained sense awareness Aque rides my body on down a beaten path Days spill into one Bleary hours melt I yield yet no avvail Spasms whip me further torn by a fever ravished without death "Remember thee! Ay, thou

I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation Weaving apathy to my need Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes Adepts in oblique passing without meaning We are saturrated of cold intent And the air feels dead So no-one breathes. I sense li

I dream for the equable hour and the dream became a river a stream of running lead I felt its timeless flow and its ageless strain to burden me I sat on the grey bank sand I watched passing of waves And the stream bore a body pale and quiescent wench