You tell me there's beauty
Where there's light,
That fate knocks the hardest,
Only where there's a buoy
I've learned how to whisper
Over every muffled noise
But why must I be so pretty
In this darkest shade
Of olden porpoise?
You teach me there's sage,
Above every broken vine
That there's no limit, no age
For even the smallest skyline
But why must I search longer
Follow every iv'
Isn't it perfectly warm,
Inside the beehive?
There's no following thought,
No slightest wonder
But why must I go up,
When I can easily go under?
Perhaps I'll drown,
And find my glowing isle
Maybe wait out a lifetime,
Before this lamp runs out of oil
YOU ARE READING
• tainted •
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