Bitter and unfocused this canvas would gleam
In visualized and imagined light
I fade along the wire of pain
And misuse above my own actions and charisma.
I see the imagery of your words
And the vague representation of your eyes.
How I wish this was the only truth I could hold
To somehow reinvent my lost poeticalness.

Spiraling in my own words, that in most cases
Made no particular sense,
I continue along this highway
Of electronic pulses and automatic adjustments.
I see my mistakes flowing along this screen
It's impunity rendered uncontrolled
And noticed as far fetched.
Luckily, this is my goal of achievement;
A goal I could never collect without your inspiration.

With ever binding spirituality, that of which
I cannot contain,
I ramble my thoughts with distinguished patterns
And a unique reservoir of love and patience.
Visualize one last time, this love and peace
That I force upon your thoughts
And routines.
Notice this simple equation of math
That any child could figure
In simple denial.
 
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