Pheromones’ anguish, settle for censored compromises
Windows layered across beckoned cathedrals
Shattered by chipped stones of the hypocrite
Wanton hearts scramble to restore weakest links
To a forged importance
Vacuumed tears towards a leader-less Sun
Yet, these incipient bonds
For it was today
Where cognitive dissonance fell unto a rejected, abstract morrow
As disarrayed perceptions
Copy & paste their way to mirrored confessional booths
Begging for error’s atonement
In order to repeat pencil-drawn, vicious circles
Oh, what good is a curdled beggar reaching out for God’s clarity?
When they already took back the “change” left in His basket?
©Drake J. Eszes