May 27, 2013
The art of losing myself in you, temptation beyond cognition
while on my maiden voyage of finding you, a wild ocean- busy with tumult.
island mountains rested on last hope, quiet in soul and confessing their lord!
o dear heavens, o dear Zeus, my Venus and and thy forefathers wry occult,
How sly, amid the solemn exequiae of apocalypse I sense my love in the grave of thy God!
The mast deathproof and the vigilante fleet and their sleeping an immortal awakening.
yet sober, i descried thy tenderness seethed with a prowess over the eternal dawning.
we restlessly progress towards our becoming and unknownness,
forever thine, anon resurrect; mowing the inundation with airy promises.