What I vanquish within me

Silence and appropriate love form

To see the light and be

Like a stooge of public norm


I have curbed what I feel

Love and its genteel sensibility

Call me and I do seal

The fate of myself in complexity


She goads me to nothingness

Standing and uttering nonsense

Like the piper dream gone to forgetfulness

Living with senseless sense


In loving nothing but oneself as

the dream of patrons

Who stand and praise about themselves

And I in a forgotten canton


Stole nothing but love

That is in dearth

for the rosy dove

Who shall inherit the earth.


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