AtLast_[07]

Ears in music, deadened, Eyes, in music, leadened. Accords of void,

Dampened, Hampered.

Angelic voice, His, to prop me.

Grip, hers wanting, Sleight to drop me It was his best As best he knew. By God, I loved him. And still do. For He was he As I To be, in time, This wretched fall from form of me. Creator, He, Founder, He, He, Beloved seed of me, He whose loving In this guise Lulling, Seeded my demise. He, That he Upon whose knee Bounced a jocund child of three, Lost in throaty triplets, Righting wrongs Spun in song, Spiraling, though, unnoted Lifted loudly,