Opusculum Nocturne

Scrutinizing everything
With meticulous
Graceful arrogance
An ignorance's fling
No time to become
Suddenly prayerful
I present you
Insidious nuance
Of a linguistic string

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Let us dance waltz
In the eleventh dimension
With a delicate accuracy
Kissing each other's
Imperfections
Not a single step false
In a synchronized motion
Without a trace of tension
Nor single emotion
The parquet sways
And slowly falls

I will lead
Your white fragile hand
Into a singular being
We will beseemingly blend
Neither of us has to concede
Maelstrom of applause
Even from ever-silent Mephisto
We shall receive, indeed

When all this ends
We part again and bow
Aglow with pleasure
Nocturnius slightly raises his brow
And the curtain covers
This innocent act of insane obscenity
The audience gasps
Mourns
And thirsts
For watching our Performance of Vanity

For
Blissfully
Inconclusive
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Eternity