Beyond Your Conscience
As this pen merges with the
tips of my fingers
You anticipate the depths of my
speech
Urging, their shallow minds
lingered,
To speak of such, beyond the
reach
Rather to see air, than the
beauty
Of a gale cast upon the
summer
Who would be willing to subdue
What others could not utter
Are you I ? To carry its value?
The words written in a state
Where only I contain power
You are of you.
As I am of I.
So it remains, the doubt of the
mind...
-J.W
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