If each is lent
all that they ever dreamt
With a little effort
a few drops of sweat
Houses majestic
roofs regal
Keeping one from seeing
the dwarfing skies
Gardens curated
fragrances of the world
swaying on thin stems
unwithered by climes
Monies of all shapes
metals of all colour
piled up in heaps
unmanned treasuries
Bliss on order
satisfaction served on platter
Mischief for ala-carte
fulfillment guaranteed
Art and creativity
needing to not wait
the right tempo or temp
or the muse flitting
Undying love
unquestioning loyalty
passion unmotivated
all for calling at moment's notice
Even the years
to savour them each
not limited by the inconvenience
of hours or weeks
And one could go on
and on and on
without wilting
or growing old a bit
Would some then
yearn for sorrow,
a tinge of misery
to colour the nightmares
Would one beseech
the Gods of whatever
for that insomniac night's dream
to feel at home
alive
and human again.
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