From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were – I have not seen
As others saw – I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov’d, I lov’d alone.”“Alone”, Edgar Allan Poe
By lyrics unsung in the lunar springs,
I danced on the tongues of madness –
An epic eulogy of guileless tantrics,
The merciless eyes of acausality.
By prescient fires of ice and darkness,
The sea-floor’s vault was blown open.
The mortal coil withered in wonder,
And the world drowned in
The chestnut old