It was not death, for I stood up
And all the Dead, lie down
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos - crawl
Nor fire - for just my marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool
And yet, it tasted, like them all
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine
As if my life were shave
And fitted to a frame
And could not breath without a key
And 'twas like Midnight, some
When everything that ticked - has stopped
And space starеs - all around
Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns
Repeal the Bеating Ground
But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool
Without a Chance, or spar
Or eveb a Report of Land
To justify - Despair
And all the Dead, lie down
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos - crawl
Nor fire - for just my marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool
And yet, it tasted, like them all
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine
As if my life were shave
And fitted to a frame
And could not breath without a key
And 'twas like Midnight, some
When everything that ticked - has stopped
And space starеs - all around
Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns
Repeal the Bеating Ground
But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool
Without a Chance, or spar
Or eveb a Report of Land
To justify - Despair
( Terra Odium )
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