He not busy living is busy dying.
Blood lines forming all around
like hyphens covering the splice
What dreams I'd forego for a moment's transcendence -
My mind's chateau shattered -
A sensory debt to pay
to wash away myriad favours blown out of season -
Seems that all is as its been before.
Oh! to revel in eternal reverie
to dance in lasting damnation
for Rights to fight wrongs sans casualty
for sentiment to fend off the heartbreak.
CRYSTALISE this Triumph!
ere lies bind and unfurl
collapsing the foundations wrought through generations.
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