Forsaken by All Save One
Oh my spinning lovers
One by one you've dropped my gifts
Upon my step and up and left
To forsake my flame of stormy mands
For austere skies, the upperhand.
Where remains my Lissidy?
You never dared in kissing me
Where to find the Dewy Drop?
A tear confessing love has stopped?
Ama in your plural forms
I blaspheme all your divine names
Holding one as Absolute
The precocious bold, like lithing lutes
Who never fails impressing me
No one once addressed me
This simplistic bold of fascinations
Makes me smile and say again
"I didn't know such things could be
Your easy grace surprises me
Every word a novel turn
every limb a dancing wind”
Amakin precocious child
Breaks the way through teeming styles
Endless golden novelty
Birthing suns of symmetry
Such I list and turn to love
And offer ‘plauding gratitude.
\~ @M@ ~/
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