all this information is for naught
I shiver whenever Mnemosyne calls out
my head swimming, of  Lethe pour 
a potent draught
An argent Luna somewhere in deepest sleep
I cried out once, then laughed my manic laugh

Heaven’s tears fill the province of faeries slim
a slow nod with some other jester’s frenzied grin
The clouds weep such curious wonder
Leave me not alone with her hunger