Invitation
How long ago it was, I cannot tell,
the dreams have overtaken every thought;
we must proceed as if this boring hell
were real, and not the fancy men have sought
even as their twiddling daydreams came to nought.
Enough. Come, have another glass of wine
with me. I know, I know, there’s not a lot
to say between us now, yet see how fine
remains this fractured world we may, somehow, divine.
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