Jun 042015
 
Grief, brief taker, unfather me now.
Sadness, unmother me.
Graveward I've faced the advancing waves
Of advancing seas.
Too long the tick's arc, the second's digital flip
Has lighted me theeward
Grief, unwarded from your casual blows,
The stealing weather
That washes fair faces to bone.
Sadness, old mother,
Drop the salt bottle that put tears in my eyes
All my undying days;
Drop the long needles that engender my sighs.
Sadness, unmother me.
Grief, brief taker, unfather me now.

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