As The Mood Move Iy

Iy in perambulating
Mood moved on, modulating
Meaningless motion memories
With more or less familial
Memorials, unskeptical,
Unfaithless, never rooted to

Be, not unfriendly with none whom
To tomb, all left dead behind, womb
Of nought, uncaught as fish in sea's
Upper light, shallow's blues dappling,
No prospects in morbid grappling
As when, out late winter dead bud
Sappling leaf to find relief in
Sun, of bark shorn by evolute
Point pointing out, wan light won to,
Just, how potential potential

Is, stunned knight midbattle who fall
In between falling and riding,
Between wielding and a dying

Blow not there, own sword dangling
Only sword it were not Iy rang
The changes in by but naming
Of a why now humanity
Had betrayed itself to be on
That day but mimicry with a
Seductory of vampirey
And no prospect in mind the We
Of Goremann kind ever arise
Could. The should then best to do were

To send them all to miniture
Hell, scatter only later for
To rescind, to reap the whirlwind,
Establish of his passings kinned
Vampire that lord might might bite back
Upon humanity growing
Strong as termite mound tornado
Throng in summer night's driving rain.

So thinking, less morbidly Iy
Stroked at throat of mount, and moved on.
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