*Ye shall subvert me
For perdition
Abides in the Sylvan Shrine,
In the
Solar-Bastion that is I.
Yet Ye shall see Phantasmagoria
Arising
From the Eclipsing Despot
Of the
Archean Moon.
**Dreams Are But a Figment of Life:
Tender
And
Rare;
Instinctive.**
The Infinitude deluges
The wombed embankments of mine soul,
As sprawled, ―I lie drenched in nostalgia
Of the abeyance of atrophy
Granted betwixt thine epicene arms.*
―Effloresce my Coruscating Pearl
For you are Cosmic,
Subliminal,
Ethereal,
Temporal.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
*Ye shall subvert me
For perdition
Abides in the Sylvan Shrine,
In the
Solar-Bastion that is I.
Yet Ye shall see Phantasmagoria
Arising
From the Eclipsing Despot
Of the
Archean Moon.
**Dreams Are But a Figment of Life:
Tender
And
Rare;
Instinctive.**
The Infinitude deluges
The wombed embankments of mine soul,
As sprawled, ―I lie drenched in nostalgia
Of the abeyance of atrophy
Granted betwixt thine epicene arms.*
―Effloresce my Coruscating Pearl
For you are Cosmic,
Subliminal,
Ethereal,
Temporal.
<3 <3 <3 To a besmirched yearning that led to my efflorescence. Once untarnished yet now my heart hath been hallowed by the thew of its shadow. For in the murk, hallowed lightness can be found. In tribulation, sapience (or wisdom) can be procured like a pearl forged in a transitory war between an oyster and an intrusive parasite. You are that oyster. Your trial is that parasite. Let your soul be molded into that coruscating pearl. God bless. <3 <3 <3
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