BrainBulb

A fathom deep in sleep I lie

With old desires, restrained before

To clamor lifeward with a cry

As dark flies out the greying door

And so in quest of creeds to share

I seek assertive day again

But old monotony is still there

Endless avenues of rain

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Oh, might I rise again! Might I

Through off the heat of that old wine

See the new morning mass the sky

With fairytales, line on line

Find each mirage in the high air

A symbol, not a dream again

But old monotony is still there

Endless avenues of rain

F. Scott Fitzgerald