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Because I Searched

Because there is no guardian, no lament grand,
There will be no sadness, madness, in my hand.
I searched your palm lines, so I understand,
How your sonorous beauty is my fireband.

Because there is no claimant, no bid to win,
There will be no panacea to clean my skin;
I searched your cavity, that stagnant din,
And what common miracle should shield my sin!

Because there is no reverie, no pious creed,
There will be no sapor score to ease my need.
I searched your sleepsong, in my bias greed,
But I found nothing in our tarnished deed.

Because there is no worth, no value, none at all,
There should be no euphoria, no sly enthrall.
I searched your blankness, a nirvana call,
And there is an echo, a truth, in your footfall.

But because I search, I am cursed and cursed to trial,
You are a tension, of my meek denial.
All that I feel, I seal, in this vicious vial,
A capsule in space, to your pace, in my sundial.