A myriad images dance ,
Of immortal love
Immaculate beauty ;
Also
Lowly , sunken
Rape of thought .
Quivering ,
Twisted forms of
Same undying yearning ,
Boundless of space
And time ;
The ageless
Turbid plasma of soul ;
Reflecting
The darkness
Of this futile search
And despair
Of derelict ,
Of blinded vision , and
All the decaying senses ;
In this stagnant water
Shadows lurk
Of death-inspired ridicule
Of mortal ken ;
The frantic search
Of the non – existent ,
The ever changing truth .
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