Dirge..

Died, esoteric cries of pride,
O’ love, dream a might.
Strode on death, how far is alive?
Guffawed the abhorrence to bide.

In a forest , she slumbered,
Envisaged eyes, unencumbered,
Story i screeched is unnumbered,
Voice ,of a humbird.

Dry, like a dessert,
Cactus, so hassled.
Why this life is not lucently castled?
Does mighty even wrassled ?

Wrassled for reality,
Chicanery and its perpetuality,
For every orienation of sexuality,
Five , four or subsisted tridimensionality.

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