In attire all-but-tired and a fitting not be-fet
All the roasting men aspired 'pon the spark'ling parapet
Where our salivations quiver'd that the light would soon be set.
Ev'ry person in attendance wore a gown of nothing-real
To replenish all admonished drop of youthfulness' appeal
Each with crowns of nothing-bother'd but applause of painted zeal.
I recall a spot within the lot of brambles and balloons
'Hind the scuttles of a colour dript to shine our tablespoons
Glitt'ring nakedly, an artifact of artificial moons.
It was biting me, it frighten'd me to count its budding gems
Or to wander to its lust'rous legs, and run beneath their hems
That a gardener could flowers raise, and wonder at their stems.
Now I know that I was captured from the cageful cast of wine
And the musics all were stifled, as if cued by eyeful sign
When the warmth and colour'd wonders gush'd a juice that all was mine.
All the gowns in all their intricacies narrow'd to a tone
That in harmony disgrac'd their song that each were one alone
I could see it now, the oneness of their onelessness was shown.
For this object in my vision sang a beauty never quench'd
Though the topic of the evening was intoxication-drench'd
In a crowd of heaven-sending, she alone was heaven-bench'd.
How I lusted to release her from the loneliness she wore
And I cackled out in triumph as I, through her costume, tore
Casting off for her, the deading weights of demonly decor.
But the moment was betrayal, and the eyes of all the room
Turned their pupils to the center of my celebrated gloom
Digging deep into my mercy, that they snatch it from its womb.
All the artificers stirr'd in thought and grumbled in despair
That a beast of virtuosity could infiltrate their lair
And the noose of empty music brought the just upon me, there.
I could not, with all my ponderings, interp'ret her dismay
How her solitary weeping wept me well into the day
For a plant, if not within a pot, is not a plant, we say.
When sun was set, the feasting forks were burrowed into motion
The darkness came, and sweeter grew the flavour of our potions
There once was light, but that poor sun was sank into the ocean.
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