Sparks of reality, barely breathing
in the time honored tradition of humanity.
As broken down solitude beckons
energies delighted to venture forth
to infuse and enlighten the fallen.
I wonder at the parades of venom
stirring against crystalline circles
trying to mock true intentions.
And there in the limelight vestige
presents itself, unchained measures
marking rebirth in golden hues.
Watching silhouettes falter
I wager my conviction, paramount
at the turn of celestial tides.
No passion, no regret or revelations.
Sublime in divinity’s presence
I succumb to vaporous seeds.
Ascending upon blackened wings
I mold perfection, in mists of me.
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