Dismissible decline and lasting tannins,
No nature to dispute and conquer.
We idle on stately affairs and matters of fact,
History has contrary ideas and prepositions
Sorrowed breathing and salty eyed beast,
Dazed and tempted by further blemish.
Static lapses of noble discourse
Many memories, always too late,
Bearing scars upon the liver.
Wait in queue, they will see you momentarily
Neglected to buy milk, but filled roses to the brim.
How crimson eyes disguise the sun,
But look, the lark flies on
Art: Lark Sparrow, by Robert Caldwell.
