Will-o-the-wisps

A good song is its own reward,

as is death, a poem…,

a wild night out,

when the eagles, the owls,

shadows in the mist,

misleading whisps,

they a-leading a traveller,

through the lonely,

the idle ignes fatui,

where are you going?

a sweet solemn,

we the Father, the Mother,

now we a boating,

bloating, boasting,

for you…,

your attention,

fast…, cry,

act now,

for your time is short,

no time true,

a ladle on a swollen…,

bucket of…,

we the Great 

Underminer…,

all the old,

newer too,

soo. (Estonian),

the few…,

becomes the many,

what evil emanation?,

never evil,

it is functio,

a similitude,

Naue Tempera,

to be reassured,

of rescue…,

and he filed,

the fangs of longitude,

Middlemarch,

provincial la Boheme,

a subtle node of indiscretion,

it didn’t mean it…,

of a lake, a river,

pond of Pontius,

a quiet epitath,

whisper of words,

uttered in completion,

never completed…,

so never uttered at all,

this is a song…,