(uh, pretty sure I wrote this after arriving home from the hospital. even more schizophrenic than the others. enjoy!)
Command your guards fall asunder
those of balance and betrayal
and it shall be that all reigns
free in a kingdom of infinite
Kill the king, all hail the Spring
But the decrees stand tall and
hold you to a wall
Until a vacuum inside keeps
static the Fall - all seems lost,
but not at all
A silent wish for death falls
upon silent foes
A desperate turn for upheaval
and a yearning for less
You are still my sorceress
and nothing below non-expectations
can touch you
Forever I doubt my mortality
until I hear your voice
Forever I doubt my voice
until I die
Sowing the spurting sprouts of
none other than the future
and no more nor less than
every change is the
eternal path, visible,
harvestable, invisible, arid
These arid waters filled my spine
unencumbered while the stream of
everflowing joy forks hourly
I die for you, you my construct,
happenstance, perfection anti-incarnate
My sacrifice is for no one -
sacred, artificial self-annihilation
I promise - this will be the last
I foresee the decade full of
lasting appeal and infinite blanks
shot too slowly out of my flora
Floored by my dishonesty shall
I proclaim victor
In the poor man's race to completion
Talking to you is a spell
that dispels all evil, that
must be checked in the tome
until downregulating all words
The value of feeling dies every
time I close the book
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