With reclaimed posture
The bulk of the earth
Rolls away
In blended, neon rage

Elation plagues
This brazen vessel
Cleaving, the ages
With the savagery of want

There is no time
For the shroud of death
Drearily wafting
To ensnare
Our dearest of dreams

There are only the bends
That yield tomorrow
Beyond all grief
Beyond the fog
Of former sorrows