A little hidden, beautiful, and tranquil aquarium
With an amazing view of the subterranean dome.
The ache may be the sign of worsening emotion,
From a little city where the rogues are at home.
With a fearful thrill of the coming unknown,
Moments long for, stand out but hide its face,
Behind a painted parade, I note the obvious tone,
where love in mockery is the dream of anguish.
In what other life it lives, and have known the heart,
That moved the shivering lips into silent refusal.
No cruel curses heard what inner voices blew out,
In predatory chase energy process, the potential.
Becoming friends unaware of the foxy danger,
Striving with that romantic short-sighted sense.
The gate to escape is hidden by the breathless hour,
Seeking safety but meet walls in towers of defence.
In the people flies the pestilence, fogy defiance.
Against deep penetration lay the silent barriers.
The poor are brought lower by the mesh of lace,
Striped, and passed through eyelets as travellers.
Rather go in rows safely beneath the earth disk,
Rogues know the secret that they cannot disclose.
The winds which bring risk blow where they list,
Death knows nothing of the pretence when it goes.
Copyright © Gerald Legister | Year Posted 2020
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