Reap The Grand

clairvoyance bewilders me

beholding what I shall deny

fulsome vertigo, balmy spring

whithering, slipping through my eye

once a saviour, always a slave

what's she weeping for?

I have been to this scene before

life refuses to change the end

the end refuses to reap the grand

fear not my taintless acts

for they should set me free

quarrels on future tense facts

another backslide reverie

only love could make us even

need your eyes to reveal what's hidden

between darkness and light