Come What May

The clutter I've accumulated:
thousands of books, stacked
into neat piles that reach the ceiling -
I crave the knowledge folded delicately
between each page.

But what use is knowledge
when I have no strength to act upon it?

Come what may,
I must rouse myself.

Come what may,
I must revive my slow-beating heart
which even now
wears the mask of untimely sleep.

Chocolate Veil

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The wishes I sent to the reddened moon,
sealed in parchment and wax,
were filled with sighs and longing -
I hope you'll see them soon.

Recorded in the darkest ink -
the raven's wing it rivals -
a simple, desperate request;
written here, as follows:

let this chocolate veil
which I wear without cessation,
that once before was my distress
now be my liberation.