VI Truth is no justification of envy We all do invade a power beyond self. Once in he looked to the high ceiling walls Painting filled its moments suspended humans Destined to live bottled in a dream Going passed himself in that alley He ran to fall and cried in desperation. So say what end is man who feels his feverish pulse Pulverized in despair drives him to a rain forest Where everything is designed to grow. Going to a fancied tune Stumbling almost to fall A most stunning garden unveils his view. The sun and swaying trees bent over so gently As to appease the appetite of this poem’s rhyme A place where the water crystallized With no concentrated effort Whose drawbridge curved so harmoniously To the slope as a dense fog blanketed The other shores as a vague silhouettes played Recording the movements of Him and the tree light Cascaded this fancy well Flickered and brought the water to sleep.
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