The Daze of the Gaze In a Haze
The daze of the gaze in a haze amazes the craze
In a series of streams and reams that raze
The wall between my fall and the wall
That screams no more to any tyranny should I crawl or entrall.
The daze of the gaze in a haze phases out the phrase
In a series of streams and reams that blaze
Trails, nails and pails teeming with tears I cry
When it dawns on you’ll never belong to me no matter how much I try.
The daze of the gaze in a haze tazes the maze
In a series of streams and reams that prunes the phrase
‘I surrender to no one’ from my vocabulary and estuary
To ensure I enjoy pure cure in feelings I foster in February.
The daze of the gaze in a haze razes the phase
In a series of streams and reams that graze
The pasture and posture that portray pusillanimity
In my endeavor and flavor to fly you into propinquity and proximity.
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