Sadness and Confusion
by
Nathanael Smith

Cyclic embryonic circles take flight
My life a never-ending beginning to tomorrow
If to die tonight was my call and right
May there be not joy, but sorrow
The calling wind, glinting without light
Frozen solid blows to the marrow
and dies without a fight

Upon the waking my worlds contain
Not one, not two, but three aye yet
The trio unmistakable. the bane of banes
The mewling moon nevermore to set
And leaves my soul still so unstained
And below what waking minds will get
and mortal bodies trained

Before yet morbid fantasies decline
Though after rise and fall of Argoset
Those kings who's palaces, royal, fine
Who's deepest wishes were never met
There is a place to draw the line
A place in which despair to get
is pointlessness and fine