Dance on what your fortune could have reared
The paradise you've sewn is now arising
In prayer you weep so true yet still I fear
If of salvation true you're fantasizing
The paradise he's sewn is now arising
Much to his delight I'm left to wonder
Of what salvation bright he fantasizes
I fear his relish an infernal blunder
Much to your delight I'm left to wonder
Why it is you damn your granted sanity
Still you relish your infernal blunder
Aside a legion sharing your eternal dream
Why is it he damns his granted sanity?
The nature of his dream I fast am learning
Aside a legion sharing his eternal dream
He silent sees the world to ashes turning
The nature of your dream I fast am learning
In prayer you wept so true yet still I feared
You silent see the world to ashes turning
Dance on what your fortune could have reared
Author notes
Consider this a work in progress. It has a ways to go before completion. This poem is a pantoum.
Written April 6th, 2006
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