Twisted Virtues That Shine Twisted Lights
slightly battered beaten and torn
at my side
my self-righteous thorn
catastrophied symphony and your resounding noise
i employed pain
consistant choice
recognized alarming perpetual gaze
always acting until ignored
red curtains open
listless crowd snores,
waiting to be impressed,
otherwise bored
life as a show
this is the story of
love ungloried
muddy waters of my soul
continually pouring
damned and drenched
my atmosphere wrenched
glorious vision of lakes and bays
sky blued
reflecting, dismantalling, effectually,
the thin line between perceived
substance and infinite reality
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