To idolise and fantasise
of whence Deities wonder.
And aperpo of nothing
Else, the engaging prospect
dwells; a condensing cloud,
It begs to ignite.

Melodic philosophy after all
bequeaths such license and
rather, idealises lofty ideals;
Relevant. Real. At times,
ridiculous; but written nonetheless.

Inception sacked lame defences
(nature's law-bound birth)
Of solace and comfort,
In accepting such uncertainty.

Schlock festers now, page
bound by binds which
Tie and plunder. Rich

is he whose flacid
Resistance entertains this coup.

Still - Who will notice?