alas, sweet maiden
of muted mien
thy muring shalt beest no more
unmoored from this merciless morass
of malformations unmerited
singeth freely thy song
rejoiceth
as thou now rejoineth
thy dearest brother
to saileth the astral seas
overseeing the ward
of those thou loveth
who has’t at each moment loveth thee
and e’er shalt this love fulminate
from hither ’til forevermore
wend forth now
with the freedom so longeth
denied by life’s burdens
[image credit: Elihu Vedder]
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