NEW POETIC ORDER

Righteous tears,

may you drown me,

expressing no fear,

my eyes are wide as,

angels they come near,

may they crown me…

(my doll, my dear,

my darling, hear –

my words of truth

but do not speak

because your soft tone 

makes me weak.)

…king of my own

world, here alone,

nobody to

watch this throne,

with my gold,

I shall die,

and when I’m gone

see it they will

my art and songs

and know it they will

when I and all my existence

has bygone.

My doll, my dear,

my darling, here –

I wish you were –

My doll, me dear,

my darling.