roliepolie
Ex-Bluelighter
Intraterrestrial
Tired forms rest easily.
Some blossoms bloom to wither--
trust we can still follow the nectar.
I dropped my weight by chance
stumbling on anothers'.
What has caused our backs to bend?
We cannot blame the nourisher.
Who furrowed our brows
and frosted these temples?
What has dejected two humble hearts,
yet brought them so near?
The mortar is laughing--what fools are we;
webs have caught us both in our debts.
Walk on in sublimation with me
and drop your tender,
for the moon is growing strong tonight
and draws up the tides.
There are said to be illuminating fountains
just over the abbot's abyss, swallowed by the swamps.
Let us go together and see.
Tired forms rest easily.
Some blossoms bloom to wither--
trust we can still follow the nectar.
I dropped my weight by chance
stumbling on anothers'.
What has caused our backs to bend?
We cannot blame the nourisher.
Who furrowed our brows
and frosted these temples?
What has dejected two humble hearts,
yet brought them so near?
The mortar is laughing--what fools are we;
webs have caught us both in our debts.
Walk on in sublimation with me
and drop your tender,
for the moon is growing strong tonight
and draws up the tides.
There are said to be illuminating fountains
just over the abbot's abyss, swallowed by the swamps.
Let us go together and see.
