Intrigue is as strong as
the pull of gravety
with the exotic beng so alluring
(but how so when all the
paths of life had been tried)
Does it overpower the easy rout?
Stability and streangth
draw us near
(yet further from
our expected ones)
as does the unknown
I I can't hlep but wonder
if that is only something remembered
The struggle for survival
is NOT comfortable
your feelings bore into me with your stolid
yet comfortable
stare
senseless outbursts shatter
with surely implications
we lead ourselves perposefully
and willingly to an impudant
alliance of hellish silence
The silver tinted crystal
the pathway to the akashic knowledge
and I am blinded by the white reflections
turning to the side
I succomb
falling
The silver tinted crystal
I carefully picked
it up to avoid the jagged glass shards
They jutted only slightly out
as if when discared
the perfect
sphere was chipped
or bitten
maybe a constant reminder to the
subtle brutality of life
Flames rise a a covering to us
with a heat that burns from within
it stings my face with your
soft unspoken words
drawing near
in closed in settings
bear down on me
with your intesity
distractions are caused
in the night
soflt voices touch
with a gental caress
that covers me with your contact
The spell lasts untill I shatter
with my harshness
my speration causes the impact of space
to see
ouija bord wisdome
wear cateracts
causeing intoxicating strangeness
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