Ignorance At Rest

Ignorance At Rest
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Andrew Defrederico - 2022 Feb 23 16:07


Similar appearance to a wolf in night
Howling the moon of the book read
In a glowing pot of light
At dark in bliss of dreams
She reaps from months before
What colour and health became from seed

Wandering the scape of the escapee
She whines the moans of a pain
Of her be a loss that never was
Is befraiding her told to be to sane
Was a favourite sight of mine
As I await turn in the grand line

She hopes to waiver the sign of decease
As is to burden bare with be
I, in morning, told had disease
A solemn of solitude time away shall see
That roads bury beneath them, a fallacy

In the midst of a fracture to the mouth
That bit of tongue treads the hurt by words
Gone from the up to the dead in deserted south
To a weazing that frail and kindrid feels
A subtle twine made in thirds
To a mouse that from man became, fed as meals
That wolf she is bleeds me dry

Last that red be the mean and brute
In her room on the gallow tomorrow
And under the sink a drink to follow
It was a mystery why she never consumed
A man to bother her to ruin

Next morning came and I saw her
With a necklace in the sky
I thought by face night before,
She was speaking a lie
But in her gown in front of breast
Reads the note that ignorance was now at rest
And was to be for her, a bliss