Broken Poem on Rain and a Corpse

There is a schematic I made a long time ago about a poem. It was convoluted but would be wonderful.

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On Rain and Nightmare

I stumbled lonely, wandered round         // I drove once through the scarlet rain
a labrynthine and tainted brain           // on parallel of shining ground
the nervous tremble of that web           // the image pitched, sunlit drops leapt
it shimmered as my body slept             // against the sheet of downard ebb

Oh apparation, were you dreamed?          // Should I leave this far behind?
Though misty hand clutched tight my mind: // Flee to a land so pure, so greened?
That certainly was what it seemed.        // A reason not, I could not find.

    Yet still the mind is known to play such shameful tricks in disarray.

In fact, my fingers stumbled blind        // On happy sky, whose colors bleed
cross frigid sheet, assured indeed --     // through silver stitch, in gleaming binds
what comfort did I think I'd find?        // Where cloud and frigid sunlight meet.

Mortal, I lay, the wound fears ebb        // A shimmering bow, I thought I slept,
had overflowed, from my throat leapt      // the sheets of rain a nervous web
beloved's name -- and to the ground       // prism pierced all; ground, sky and brain
it drove me -- damn that scarlet rain     // as whirling beauty wandered round