MIZPAH
When things go wild what is this shape, what is
this frenzied form I see? - the world is a dervish,
swirling to me. I see your hands, your feet, your
legs. Statuary no mere mortal can have fashioned,
this Life must be a marbled dream where figments
coalesce and take a transient shape, to parade before
the stars and moon, the dance in evening's darkness
before the fair sun doth fade away to nothing more than
memory itself. Take heed, oh heart, from this which I
proclaim : this life will pass before you, and before the
blood rolls pulsing, the shimmering glimmer of
happiness will fade, and you shall pass away.
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