Figure of Speech

Identity resolved, blue ribbons taut-

I am speech, a verb, a praise, a participial phrase-

There are many battles yet to be fought,

but with respite and awareness of everything throughout,

and to know one's self is to know the world-

Action vernacular, I use words like disappear to identify-

Find one's self in all mundane, rain and flame and claimless blame,

I am the Earth-

Words like crush and blight,

For philistines and charlatans, I preach intrepidly-

A zeal-

Belief is as an ageless hearth,

smelting swords for smiting fear,

for pain and trepidation to disappear.

Reborn red-horned, and one dozen eyes can see

I'm a word, a noun, a **** a key, and All alive is a mirror,

It is dangerous to utter truths when lies are all the rage,

But I reflect the truth-

Every creature, refined or uncouth,

is a form of life, a light of myself.

To forget is just as whimsical as a simple turn of phrase,

all I can advise,

is to simply turn the page-

Normalcy and tact are artificial-

At base, one's merit is no longer superficial,

but to assert this fact-

This is the greatest battle of all.

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