Brick the fallen bout – a fallacy,
A crime for leaching times.
Realise, as you never could ;
Under the balance an undivisible force
That nauseates the passions old
Nerves from the golden autumn leaves – Behold!
Bleach from the same realm – Lies underneath.
Put up your better to enclave and block out my melancholy – my belief.
For us all poets, for us all.
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