If inspiration demands reconciliation
\nI submit myself before its measured judgment.
\nWith desperation I search for a reason
\nthat it would bestow upon me the fickle
\nallowance of fated Love above all others.
\nAnd I taste the tangible jealousy of them,
\nthose whose gaze suggests abandonment,
\nwhile my tranquility spills into the world<\/p>\n
You are my breath, my soul, my dreams of life
\nin another place, outside the willful challenge
\nof identities and responsibilities and modernity.
\nWhere my path diverges from the straightened
\nfamiliarity of convention, I find in you the strength
\nto demand of desperation a respite from its dissuasion.
\nI move forward through the flames of distraction
\ntouched only by their wispy tails, an afterthought.<\/p>\n
To the end of eternal movement, my heart meanders
\nthrough a garden of forking paths, finding in each
\nturn, each choice, the beckoning of your temptation
\nand your desire, and I listen without thought
\ndrawn forward into the unknowable darkness
\nlit by the guiding triad of hope, desire and love.
\nYou are what you are to me, the pinnacle of who I am
\nand all that I want in life, love and eternal existence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If inspiration demands reconciliation I submit myself before its measured judgment. With desperation I search for a reason that it would bestow upon me the fickle allowance of fated Love above all others. And I taste the tangible jealousy of them, those whose gaze suggests abandonment, while my tranquility spills into the world You are … Continue reading Regularity, Again<\/span>