Rhythmic and Metric

World Ours Daedalian

World ours Daedalian
makes me bewildered.
‘Who’s the controller?โ€™
stays now unanswered.
I but conjecture.

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What is forgotten
canโ€™t be messengered;
And the patroller
canโ€™t be endangered.
Time to surrender.

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Nature begotten
is now sepulchered;
But the creator
bides quite unbothered,
eyes the disorder.

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Lifeโ€™s an occasion
where youโ€™re enamoured
of your demeanour.
Deathโ€™s not remembered;
That I discover.

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Where is our creator,
our supreme expressor?

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