and sleepless eyes gaze back,
absent, empty, dull,
the light has gone from pupils
once adorned by light now faded.
I lament not, such thoughts have no room this hour.
A mere salutation to wandering eyes
that chance their sights in like direction.
Salutations all around.
Today, this fifth day,
I would to make merry
and partake of drink,
and wine, women for sport;
such is the world, but I decline,
not out of loathe or disdain, but
by default and lack of choice, for the now
does not permit.
Nor would I take into mine arms for mere leisure alone.
this heart beats but for one.
silly words, perhaps.
silly words.
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