- The Opiates of Oblivion-
When all the world has been travailed,
what can a man refuse in the trembling hour?
The ripening bud of her gaze, the unfurling flower.
As the linchpin of his love tumbles through his heart,
unlocked by a glance, a heated lance to his soul,
What can a man do but fall?
A journey of a thousand lifetimes,
crushed beneath her wall.
How do I unhear this call?
What choice have we, but to bear it...
Or sink ourselves in the opiates of oblivion...
© Richard Michael Parker 2013
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