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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hence, I plunge into imagination to encumber suffering, Athwart are the horizons wider than my pride, I, one but three, such a symbolic trope, the Trinity, A gorgeous exaltation gorged into voracity, itself. The good is near me! The evil - inside of me! The principles of distortion underlay the phenomena Of eternal agony, above and beyond embers of Inferno. I command the creation of the tenth circle, beyond Boiling rivers of blood and fire, beyond the frozen lakes, It’s the core of gravity, the centre of an inescapable certainty, It’s darker than darkness, blacker than blindness, It’s dwelling at the bottom of a raven’s gut – and I call it – hope. Have none! Do not wear livery. Do not submit to a judge, Nor allow a bailiff to cross your path in the legacy of the flames. On the wings of poetry far from perishing Evil, all the way to The dawns of assorted cognizance that whirligigs the itch in me, I exfoliate the words by setting the residuum of thoughts, in line With the divinity of soul, that presides in my inner world, unknown to the world. A cipher on the head – I cannot be bought as I am not selling The spiritual cosmology of my imagination, even when it’s ebbing, No treatise of compromise is saccharine I crave, as I confer A profane sense in the heathen parish of myself, for myself. Hence, I plunge into imagination…
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