in constants and inconstant ways
from wetted through to golden days
i've tramped and been trampled upon
laughing still, i find me, solemn
grey is what my heart beats now
empty, hollow, bent, and bowed
given quick to sullen sleeps
clumsy falls from wild leaps
yet in a glass i see but blue
air to shine a crystal hue
blind to charcoal fog and night
blinded by a red twilight
fool am i to waste away
while in the orange bright of day
i am alive, this walking dead,
and could be bought a silver thread
the fates could fail to cut me through
i could be gold with love from you
but better still, immortal be
with gentle love from me to me
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