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Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollowed cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.

spouse to dinner in a moonlight
earths playground in the sky
lonely planets of wind, and fire oasis
in slow waves stroboscope , sorcerers sorbet
a polished steward stillborn and quadriplegic
clamorous for earths harmony, stiffnecked
for procreation, slavish that a dog reprimand rigor

before my face is frozen
in this mask and removed
by orphaned hands,
i wish to know love
again,
oh, strangled voice
of infinity,
cast me not
into soulless body,
break me not
into rain and fire.

Invictus re write (for WS Meet The Masters)

From the darkness surrounding me
ebony dungeon without end
thankful for what protection be
for what I know I must defend

In the cruel hold of condition
no sound does utter from this tongue
beneath the beatings of transition
bruised and battered but not undone

Above this state of anger and fears
hangs still,the terror in the shadowed
although the ever present years
I remain brave and un harrowed