Seventh Day Comes After
What makes you with me apart?
the brooding dot leaving start
where i am to find my end
where the holes i am to mend
the descent shines of crescent
of love. i forget present
come,come,come of break
and stay in mine forever make
not among the silent scenes
of one fallen night, absent
the basic art what i could learn
of you taking me out of turn
what i can tell you the only dot
of marvel and stern
stay in my trust to feel
seventh day comes after zeal.
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