The Psyche, Pt. 2

(Right right look ay)

I fell within a haze of familiarity
Tearing me piece by piece inenarrable
All I see is a sea far and stygian
Whipping winds battlements and debris from ships
Leading went me through groves where meandering
A pair of lanes seemed to share both the shadowing
Which had overhung most of the colonnade
Turning everything sable with its solemn shade
The beckoning buttresses up and underwent
West left by a pile of grey fragments immense
Fenced round with towering battlements overhead
Beds of sediment and rock winding lowly led
To plains of waving grain slow diminishing
From my sight where I write of the scenery
Peonies spot the lea and the amaranth
Dangling from off the ground kindly make a wreathe
Hopefully over my brow
But make sure it's from off the laurel bough
Next time cause if I die it'll be allowed
That I may walk the grounds of poetry where at hallowed
Where at hallowed
(Right right)
Where at hallowed
Where at hallowed
(Right right)
Where at hallowed

I know there must be something (Something)
Far beyond this plain here
Strange shapes appear (Yea)
The psyche
Strange shapes appear
Unto the psyche



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Writer(s): Andrew Ruiz
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