##Songs of mine
What is more soothing to me than these songs of mine?
Who shall his fame impair when thou art capable, As thou exceedest all things in thy silent mind? Unbounded knowledge makes a God as wrathful as himself. Thou hath smelteth surely dealteth unholy
effervescent vespers of the swine
Redolent of sulfur twine
round esters offside apothecary shelf
tremors imbibe
a crescent indigo swill
calming ghostly pipes
amethyst sleep
orbs blink and soften
Esper's crystal eye.
A pauper's coffin
from billowy vagueness shies
Unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slowly animated through clouds of divinorum and of morn float in voluptuous fleeces o'er the quartz clearness, to woo its own sad image into nearness: Death to light you, or mourn the light of death to show you, Like thin silver streaks across the sky, And I will tell thee what thou wouldst have been?
Nay, a blackest shape
reconciled internally
horselike
Knowing now each piece
Not waiting until after to learn what it has to teach
For what a height my spirit leaps, and prances, E'en then my soul with exultation dances
For that finality from outside perspective glances.
Shut up senses, telesthesiastic gyres
wait in the stillness.
Finally from inside perspective smote
reckoning the yet to occur illness
a rattling that unhinged the mind from time
What lens through the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in those meads where sometimes secrets to the puzzle finds
endgame buzzer ringing tines
O let me taste that once more, the thought after thought to nourish uphill gyroscopic spires
trickle down from cathedral vaulting antipodal pole of the mind
involuntarily