Oh dear words leave these fingers low
This heart will splinter and will show
The way we are to pin and ink
The mind will luster to its brink
How dazzled darling words do drop
The pulse will stop
The beat will rhyme
The heart will pop
To show this moment paused in time
Muster truly odes to men
Which painted poems with their pin
To artful humans brave and weak
Would glorify their lives so meak
To odes of nature, frail and sweet
To be of gods or roads they meet
They show the beauty of the life
Beyond the strife
Beyond the roads
Beyond the manmade overloads
To odes of passion, odes of lust
You write of worlds that soon will rust
But just to capture frame of sight
Asthetic glow will burn more bright
To Odes of Odes who Ode themselves
Let known the these words lay on the shelves
And ne'er are cared to think or read
But leave their seed
Inside the walls
So while we think...the pin still falls.
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