benumbed will

October 26, 2010
glorious archer armored
in mirth and woe
downcast your lithium laced lips
or should slumber take me
whilst the infinite shroud falls
as mere grains of sand
pale uncouth scenes engrave
listless autumn eyes
as we speak rustic tales anew
our yellowed gazes so tired
it holds no more
with wills so numb

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