(Inspired by Adam of 'Only Lovers left Alive' - a Jim Jarmusch film)
I was born at an ancient time, I born - the first
Scent of blood struck me as I steadily drank
So to live; to quench that everlasting thirst.
I loathe the bright sun and tepid glee,
Constellation's conspiracy spoiled,
Left me in this melancholy.
Must I keep on living?
To no avail or end?
I fear death no more.
Welcome godsend.
Now I'd like to take
A few more of your moments
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Interludes
PoetryHighest ranking - #7 in sonnet. Musings that escape, in myriad, untouched by mundane grime Cascade onward, whatever space or time. Interludes of such mortal mind Forge a rippling river of rhythm and rhyme, Words etched by the shades of dark, puffe...
