And daily rain has broke for bluest sky,
I beg Mnemosyne for the vaccine
To purge all that remains, to help untie
The images still lingering enclosed,
For though these skies remain in cloudless form,
Malignant misery awaits composed
To flood the guarded gates by darkest storm,
A tempest called forth seeded by the most
Perennial of memories that yield
Not to the wishes of their tired host,
And so I beg to drink and to be healed,
Still I do breathe but ask that she relent
And baptize me to end this long lament
