Investiture
Our nights have cruel eyes And have cast us about too thinly, Fallen upon us, Divested the attention of the wind. Night comes to develop us, Will polish our minds with A precision lasting 'til daybreak. Its damp coolness peaks with wretched effect. Autumnal decay Whereby the slow process of vegetation Displeases the nostril, Is but a preamble to greater violence Leading tepid legislation in an orchestra Toward greater effect. The thin harmony of our lives Positions no alarms whereby We might use them. The fabric mixture of existence, nothing but investiture, Props to heighten necessary lies, Strains at extinction, The volcanic instrument life itself. Goals are these same vehicles To operate weak desires. Frustration defeats a goal That will not fit.
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"Our nights have cruel eyes..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Cameron Brown delivers a powerful performance in "Investiture"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...