If I were to return,
The minds would burn
From my presence…
For that, it is my existence
That remains the persistent essence of beauty…
Movingly soothing,
Like dusk clouds as thick as steamed milk in espresso,
The words become hollow
As the once defined -- follows
The shallow path of forgiveness,
This breathless life sacrificed
As the minds eye transcribes confusion in the conclusion…
The inclusion of this undefined language manifest
A breath that weakens the chest
As if this chess game were a mastered technique of checkers…
Light flickers in the background
With a sounds that’s as muffled as bare feet walking a leaf filled ground…
Unfound is my soul although it rests in plain sight
Where the thought process continues to test its might
Within the forces of gravity,
Plainly defined as enormity;
This sanctuary is but a entity of peace,
But rather a piece of the thesis that transliterates the debate of patience
And forgiveness…
This blank page of ideas and dreams that seems
To sew the seams of intellect together by means of a themed destructive path…
Laughs, under the tones of the wind blowing,
Knowing the truth as proof that this pen
Possesses no forgiveness,
Just expresses the sins of my guiltless past.

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