Prophesizing visionary
Praying hard for luminary
Foresight to the tertiary
Limits of your goal.
Ever seeking sanctuary,
Running from incendiary
Passions that could crush the
very
Essence of the soul.
Nodding off to Sprite and
Fairy
Cold and dark as January;
Sailing on the tributary
To an open Sea.
Every micro capillary
Plays the tune both sad and
merry
From conception 'til they
bury
And we cease to be.
Playing the reactionary
Found in Webster's
dictionary.
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