No More Soliloquies
No soliloquy of any kind
Should be read or sung
No love song of a pawn
Nor even the silence of being drown
No more sighs, no more shouts
No more words, out of mouth
When they corrupt in dusted path
No more mourning of Adonis,
No more burning of the iris
No more weeping on a sweated face
Not even at the whipping on a glassy grace
Words are lost, values frost
All remain is dust and rust
Then hereafter I thrust
No more words out of crust
Oh my pine my crucified clown
I am disintegrated when you are drowned
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