Light Errors from Ruckus Array by excessive visage

I was lying at the banks
where most of the past remains
the current carried haze
benighted are the sediments

sick throat cramped in claustrophobia
I‘m sweating the truth through a sift
prime question to the vita
have you hidden the gift

wistful is the moth
when it‘s bathing in your radiance
humming for the lost,
praising mingled phelia

tinge of yellow said the dyer
they love it patinated
the poor man‘s gold
that kind of crying choir
your father always hated

kindly putting words together
as if a sound would make it right
I tame birds like a professional
and I keep them clam and quiet

exchanging buckets full of milk
compounding dust with the spill
we will carry it until
the cream is scattered on the street
but you will know what I mean

tinge of yellow said the dyer
they love it patinated
the poor mans gold
that kind of crying choir
your father always hated

another year goes by
as if a stone fell in the sea
i probably promised
i reached for the last wait

wishful is the sloth, wallow in acedia
humming for the lost, immovable material

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