Words, letter beings, inch toward my eyes
As close as flame to fire, bones to graves
The dead of musing their spells raise
Bornless gist waives crystals, curiosity it craves"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
I ask of thee: has thou drest
In the figurative essence of pretense?
In nonsense I try to disentomb my path to sense
Hidden in the words, a million minds away
Tis the madness of allegorical letterkindAfter first dark printed are letter beings
How bloodless are thy inklings
How I wonder why you hide so mystically
I didn't follow meaning so closelyAbysmal lighting days do not consider
The weightless signs living in the ether
And I seem to be thinking in circles
The way out of my head is rhetorical
Hidden in the words, a million minds away
Tis the madness of allegorical letterkind.
