Light opens within the crack of the shell of darkness,
Sadness fades an ugly shade of greenish grey,
But to who we are we are recognized in thine own beloved's eyes,
As the gates of the supernal open wide.
Chalices of velvet fruit and herbaceous hides of powerful creatures
Longing to be discovered in the door to paradise.
Wise as wise is, you don't think twice
About the other guys, or his wife's features.
Fainted heartbeats that are incomplete,
Palpable sweetness of a delectable tableau, lush and sweet
Eternity is within itself,
An indelible treat.
Dusty roads carved out within the paradox of the oasis,
Vines ripe with wilted figs that
Speak.
To the blood.
Begging forgiveness from the oddities, calamities of life.
But who are they?
Street lamps, highlighting the road to value and love
A darkened harness of the childhood woes,
Robbed of the shoes that drive you down the path,
To choose what trail to blaze, saturating and maturating in that which been hath-
Completely done, and lost before.
Field it to the street, nothing more.
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