Rejoice! Men of fallow heart
Feel Apollo in their veins!
Eeriness be damned,
Don't speak through them.
Like boats stacked in Monte Carlo,
An ocean churns and froths
Unbeknownst to the many.
Alas! Infinite Jest resonates
like salts that sting their noses.
We lie in sheets that babble
around us like air in a vacuum.
Stasis; Paralysis of love.
A dynamic vie de la grâce,
is seen hovering above the surface
like foam on the great blue.
We hope the rain will fall,
Unrelenting in its prosperity.
Yet, we fear that what will remain
Will be no more than
A single drop.
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