Captured bliss of the corrupted,
mind is but a vast swirl of trials
Why must we walk across these hot coals?
ash raining down like snow.
Warmth is bestowed upon
the meek and dwells,
objects immersed in soil and fog
Vibrations of wind against my skin,
a connection of ideals.
Callous thorns hunt solemn keys,
reality binds reverie eternally
Pendulum of levitation,
chain of unity drips in gold.
