unstaged

Okay is not the proper measure.

When one loves, loses, decays, under consecrated ground

When Winter, her dark endeavor to shroud in peace, absconds,

abdicates to bouncing Spring and heart songs sing not bothering

with permission

or deliverance

Forget, sweet memories let dance far yonder  for a nonce

of unfettered pleasure to bring (not solace) ecstasy

too intense to distinguish from rapture of pain

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