XXVII

XXVII

Sunday, November 3, 2013

UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN

THE REVERIE MEETS AGAIN
WITHIN THE CONFINES OF
A SANCTUARY 
YOU BUILT FOR ME 
WITHOUT EVER MOVING A FINGER
THIS IS THE LIGHT 
OF THOSE DARK CLOUDS
AND IT IS PASSING THROUGH
MY BLOOD
MY VEINS
WATCH ME
AS I EASE THE SECRETES 
INSIDE
REPRESS
AND STILL SEE 
THE CANDLES ON THE WALL BURN OUT
WITHIN
THE VOID
MY THIS PUREST, ENDURING... OBSESSION
DON'T YOU FEEL IT AS SOMETHING
MORE THAN JUST A BEATING HEART?
UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN 
THESE FUCKING SYMPTOMS UNKNOWN
THE REASONS UNTOLD
BUT THAT'S OKAY WITH ME...
MY THIS PUREST, ENDURING... OBSESSION
DON'T YOU FEEL IT AS SOMETHING
MORE REAL...?
UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN 
MOVE.... WITHOUT A SENSE 
TO KNOWN 
TO FIND SOMETHING
MAYBE IN THE TREES
THAT WILL COMPEL YOU
AND THEN BREATHE THE INTUITION WITHIN
THE REVERIE MEETS AGAIN... 

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