Lotus Eater

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Lotus Eater

Lotus Eater



She was poised as a rare, and wondrous orchard transfixing both day and night

A silvery mist adorned Her lovely contours-draping Her with empyrean delight

As She ascended i descended to the ashes
kneeling amidst the under-gird of smoldering hues of grey

In the wake of Her sangfroid redolence i languidly relent
succumbing to 
Her opiate embrace

Never too bold to escape Her smothering stronghold
i resign to be so imbued
a hopeless slave reveling in obscure depravity  
subject to Her opiate state

Onsets of depression
misguided aggression and
guilty obsessions are all met equally by Her governance and forbearance

Therein i abide in reprieve i reside with Her all too transient grace

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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