As days drag longer

And weeks and months conspire to crawl

Whither the ephemeral bliss

Served with courses of unending throes?

Whither the ambience of bellied crackle

The now familiar moans

Set aside for the honeymoon?

Mourn in your Tent, I'll frolic in mine

For so was it to be from the start

When the dawn wedded the twilight

OH! CYCLIC BLUES

Your season is here... Again!
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