Bleed to Learn
And when I've bled to learn,
Awed at seasons mold;
My leaf of gold withered to burn
Or saved in reason.
So it is told.
Buds sparkle and old!
The larks like weathered thespians
Rehearse
Their well versed lines
Singing in tune to time.
Hark!
For I,
Have a rebuttal.
Or refusal just as so,
Let celestial shuttle
Fly our 'way upon way' far past Pluto
Let us use in chance
What chance hath not display:
Greens and Romance
Will change with place of stay.
Wait!!
One stipulation
Or inspiration may it be
That I age with much hesitation
To live eternally.
But who am I to 'presume'
Who am I,
To command a 'weather's wind'
And Pluto is no star,
Nor would it contain,
Less earthly remains,
If it is afar.
I'm of the same excitation still
Can't you see,
Same 'marsala' never 'tipsy'?
Contemplating compensating by becoming a gypsy,
For more or less a cheap thrill.
But abreast is the kill
And a hollow will
But who am I to presume
Not to consume what ends too soon?
And if in change
'There be no tree at all'
Or if the trees were to fall
As from fall leaves so strange
So would I
Does that give me range America,
Or dull eyes?
And who am I,
To proclaim that breathless hands of nigh
Do not require earthly demands
Or in themselves a death
Who am I to take change
To make distant
Or rearrange
Who am I to delve?
But wait!
I have a rebuttal
Or refusal just as so
The larks amid this galvanizing spark
Still rehearsed the well verse rhyme
In tune to time.
And I ,
Try to leave my mark.
No reply will relieve me of this spell
As it churns
The 'infinite well'.
'Hanging heavily',
With 'hollyhock and tiger-lilly'
When I've 'bled to learn'
This will all seem so silly.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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