I Mean I Could, But Why Would I Want To?

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If I could ask to be the dream police

then I'd make this dome a life longing  ultramaundane

as we watch the Calvary in accordance to grace and faith 

but leave our minds floating in a quietus...



I'd feel overexposed, yes

but I would divest my soul and sins to prove my sanity 

and I would make this ordeal shine as the crime of victory shall vivify...



I would accomodate the unaccountable 

but I know my fissure 

and I would befriend the devil himself and welcome him into my home...

Who said an intellect would turn into a livelihood of fabrications and priggish transfusions?




I have been put on an ultimatum 

but I return to utterly be admissable...

Yet I have been so outreached

because I am my own mien.



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