Cry's, cries,weep for me no more
For I have awaken evermore.
solitude existed
but the dove persisted
And forsaken no more.

Triumph escorted
by a winged squire
brandishing, bellowing, virtuously embattled
Towering tour on borrowed desire

Now voluminous thought
creeps back and forth, again
fleeing flail following futility
cradled fuss, kindred spirit or deviltry...

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