[ elegy x ]

[the_arkitekt]

when you are gone, and reason gone with you,
then fantasy is queen and soul, and all ;
she can present joys meaner than you do,
convenient, and more proportional.
so, if I dream I have you, I have you,
for all our joys are but fantastical ;

and so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true ;
and sleep, which locks up sense, doth lock out all.
after a such fruition I shall wake,
and, but the waking, nothing shall repent.

she said "keep wearing the tie. you'll only make friends that way"
so I straightened my knot, rolled up white sleeves and started the day.