A slumber burdenless

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A slumber burdenless
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Crouchèd in a garden
where the vines snake through slats,
here I lose my burden;
here my youth can elapse
while I'm elder-dreaming
in the gentle gloaming —
sultry young-old seeming
is the creature-roaming
of a mortal's mind,
of a vessel's vane.

With the wind, unwind;
soar to rarer plane.
Here I find my wings
growing slowly, sheer —
dragonflown inscriptions
from the pinions peer
while the spirit sings,
while the demons leer,
offer dun inflictions
'pon a paling page.

Here I come of age,
sleeping through the fall.
Drowsing through the rage,
I spit out the gall.

I grow hoar with frost,
blonde mustachioed —
with my body lost
I am gently rowed
out to wondrous places
rarely ever known
by the hardened faces
in harsh sunlight shown.

I can show you beauty
hidden long ago;
in the dawnlight ruby
was the silken sewn.

Grown to mountains magic,
swoll'n to vast proportions:
dwarfing midnight tragic
of the world below.

Soak in strange distortions
of the silvered night
while my beard slow-lengthens
on the other side.

While they quake with fright
from thin-temporal,
discords here subside
through deep-liminal.

Crouchèd in a garden
where gold vines snake through slats:
here we lose our burden
while our short lives elapse.

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