One-two, one two, and through and through,
As life doth take its native hue,
Once-more, once-more, and rage and roar,
But whisper too what thank thou for,
Come all, come all, to watch us fall,
Thrice gaspéd wind a moment crawl,
Now see, now see, 'tis only we,
Hence heed the call to set us free.
A random tidbit of everything and nothing, written in the barely-alive non-darkness of post-autumn. Pseudo-Shakespeare + Caroll anyone?
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