Upon My Calm

I am upon a pond of calm

tranquil is my facade tune

of the moon makes soon a

good man me the buffoon.

Near a hollow in the ground

buried treasure of men’s

souls unearthed mercilessly

shall be upon my banner.

No harm shall befall all my

own perceived persons I see.

Those in my circumference

no ripples in the pond sting.

I’ll be adrift in the water still

aside the shore of green grass

where I shall find a sleep gentle

free of the terse and the brash.

Here the sky opens my eyes I

see clouds and the birds high fly.

The wind is sheltered by trees

as afloat on the wet mirk I lie.

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