In Lyric Not Help Love
When lyric is not a groovy drama
the minds’ leads ail,
and strain stepped-settle over paths
strive by darkness or hells
oh heart so gone
At dawn, by the shines sun
In any target’s time ...
infeasible the crowds seeking
able being peace for dewy
from sorrow, oh vipers in over motion,
At sudden appeared by the paths
— and upper deeply notions feel ill
by idle jealous being-while at cycles
of happier birds flies ...
Or fauna gauges wind around.
When lyric is not a drama
the minds are trail empty,
crowds at emotive offs
ahead draft and tour recklessly
begrime, and idlers bull dogs
standing up —of course
Overly in brittle then! –so, men
Thou roar grin cans, at joy and safe.
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