Modern Nonsense (Poem)

Antiquated serpentine

Twice forgotten trails of time

Drawing well and well from wine

Pressing forth the winded chime.

Crusting Earth as if defending

Always wishing never sending

Parting sea and sky intending

Solaced song to return mending.

Silence to the solemn noon

Writhing by the side of June

July will come and frequent soon

Crime disaster, bolstered moon

In the book cave we are lending

Never stopping never sending

Breaking long before the bending

Quiet glisten, shadow mending

Frightful forth is star to wake

“Hold your breath for breathing’s sake!”

Drink your wine and wish by nine

that sleep indeed a blessing makes.

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