At_Last

Assent G.F.E. McGuiness Fogged, inspiration Clouds information. Restless, sedation Dreams revelation. Despite the good I've ever known From all the pain this breath has drawn Just whistles of diminished wind

Across deserted dunes. The fairness of this place Alone, unshared, is ruin.

Conceit, detached, does not embrace Ever mournful memories of her face.

Habitude driven Sacrament striven.

Unanswered questions To voiceless rejection. If ever toned a hymn in tune Was on a breath from her, I drew. Unless I can revive Lost harmonies, I strive Kept of furies, never sharing, Tranquil love endearing, fearing.

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