[Aaroneet]

Wander, me, through the wandering fields

A furling, intrepid shade, between the lights and waning daze

The ever-beckoning sheen, seeming, unclean

And more effervescent within the unseeing moment

Growing me, the unshowing

Tentative, unknowing, furl me, “towards the depths”,

Subtlety among the effervescence of mine own wandering steps

Or waning, inner plight, a sighting, or wandering, need for sight

I need you, or seemed to within the height of craze

A meddlesome, woe, or desire’s sooth

Beauty so incandescent in youth, so blinding in age

That the confines of this timely cage, lay me, sweet

embitterment

Vigorous and wandering in the depths of reflection

Lulling, sweet punishment, I dared thee, for lack of sane

Craze and wanting in name

To declare unto mineself this sole entitlement, in vain,

One night in decadence’s once intrepid rain.