Endured he the procession ,passed time inflicted
Leaden minded ,an eternity of days awaiting
As dreamless he slept and wistful his heart wept
Bearing yesterday , a profound and ponderous echo
For fleeting moments reckoned not love nor leisure
Neither may we suppose to divine measure
Of a soul condemned to resent
Berated popularly, perceived lame
Need not mind he speech of divinity
To wonder aimlessly amongst world’s alive
In dismay he sat to remain

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