Waiting till days are gone
endowments slipping so vain and cold
into estuary of sins
Why can I not make more of vanity's destiny
from fear's face and/ facts to me
Could it be dismissal, a desperation, a joyous clouded spring equinox?
Not go further than the darkest case for inside... insipid flack...
from all revryie/ God's creation
Why then denial & distain for the princesses stats that weans from
the subtitled shirts?
Because the ground is below and the sky is above oh the strength of destiny is all that I could've learnt!
Mother frantic daughter festers deliverance glassy and new the
plate of imitations dogma excepting don of more esoteric Freudian
hues.