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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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
