endings

after reading cummings' allegories...done last year, haven't really edited yet...

Archaic lines of script were sold
To many souls in vain,
And although trampled, naught was told
About the past remains.
In heavenly realms as Hellas dwelt,
Was stated frequently.
Some acquired Triton's belt
If heralded to be.
The children hum to their accord,
And bask in times of new.
Foreshadowed not, the dark record,
In damp and dark sinew.
For those [un]lives who promenade
Upon a peaceful plain,
Altogether some betrayed:
Collected what was gain
To truly live the moment out
How wicked one must be.
Beware, the trite will live in doubt
And shallow harmony.
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