Procrastination
AI review: A lyrical, introspective poem of longing, fleeting joy, and cosmic yearning, weaving love, doubt, and timeless reflection into vivid verses.
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Crouched and curved he watches his prey Before him a glass of shimmering ray Behind him a path of discarded dismay The damage has already been done All he wanted was to have some fun Pleasure once again took him for a fool Perhaps he is all but a tool In a palace of whims without whimsy The loss of dancing in the rain Through the umbrella only used in the chimney He blames his own restrain Lids are falling in the slackening of the night Perhaps his dreams were too bright Maybe doubt is all he has Could it be a worthless fight? One day is all he has One day is all he needs to pass One day is all he craves Upon which he remembers his beautiful lass Love taunts him as he comes up to gasp The tongues of creativity reach him at last Like the flow of fire they disappear in his grasp A burning sensation was all they cast Now she speaks to him through gentle pulls She flows around him in soothing wisps She calls him to release in lustless lulls She too craves for his lips Yet neither he nor her are in the know Serendipity belonging to the realm of the crow The dark gaze watches him dear He feels calm when those wings are near Returned from longing I find my self Sadness still lingering on me like a parasitical spell I know this reflection a bit too well Yet this day was not the one I fell Still I wonder about the tides of fate Still I worry about being too late Still I whip myself into shape Still I find myself back a shriveled grape Now we are present and whole Shame once again took its toll The fare to cross this bridge is steep Would I not know my treasure I would weep Calling forth the energies of the land Weaving them together where I stand The cosmos is my name To me all effort is the same Trust and faith are upon which I build my glory Breathing the essence of life leaves me in euphory My body content while holding me in linear time The dance continues within the sound of a mime