Will O the Wisp
The opponent manoeuvres
attempting to mentally encircle
His tactics prove to be futile
for we are a vibrational twinkle
His arms reach out to strangle
whilst ours open in embrace
As a bliss mist we are immune
while he runs his own race
14-September-2020
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