October

 

 

Extinguish your wishes

Shelve your life for a moment

Stop to dwell

On such concepts

As heaven and hell

Dusty bones buried lost

A fitting froth

Companion to the moth

Supple plunging into funeral flame

No aim to gain

A quieter virtue

Unvain and plain

To my eyes

Refrain from stain

Mortal mental gentle

PAIN

Wax and then wane

You seeker of truth

You wise man you slave

No knave in this realm

Of deep rivers

No sense in purest sense

Poets all in humble pretense

WE