In My Dreams
Light infracts the cadence of wistful needs
Beneath the belfry where silence never heeds
Lay me down amongst the rose that weeps
For the divinity of dust and breathless gold
Place the twilight of fiction into a vase
Piety protects it with veiled lace
Sequenced in a rainbow face
Diluted. Complacent. Dreary. Bold.
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