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I Am

Written: February 22, 2024
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Divine dole of daytime, distinct as it came.
Fetch forward in finding your felicity flame. 
A gap in the gloominess, nyctalopia oblivion.
Conceived desired, ordered; igniting obsidian

The Genesis of light shined wisdom for ages.
It guides groundwork to grand, grungy stage. 
We must explore voids to imagine artwork.
To set forth our vision, we require acrid work.

We vividly velocipede what we visualized. 
Our will and views foretell as initialized.
Synergy of idea, will, and word is powerful.
To shine a bright light through the power shell.

Spreading shimmers and shaping shiny stars.
And I hope amid them all, a bright light is ours.
Similar to the sun, radiating brilliant light.
Stars disguise by day and emerge at night!

I am ambitious, inspired, and desired.
Aiming to grow upon what is yet aspired.
Be greater than I could be right to endow.
A superlative person then I will infer how.

I am driven, committed, and liberated.
Have the freedom not to be obliterated.
Ideas that could transform the world.
For betterment of humankind, unfurled.

I am untamed, never harmed or maimed.
My words sing, and your ears ring famed.
No matter how I impanel to color or sweeten, 
Similes, hyperboles, and signs are beacons. 

As it becomes apparent, the plot takes shape.
Through all that, the truth frees me to escape.
Despite the discomfort it brings, I am aware.
For the sake of my soul, in time I will be there.

I have the innate ability to never destroy.
Instruct the beauty inside me, then deploy.
I am zealous and living a huge, utterly powerful.
I'm plagued by those who refuse to be prayerful.

You provide me with strength and quixotic
I feed, bleed, need you; we are symbiotic.
Giving, taking, reaping, and sowing are the same.
We assist each other with yelling and even games.

Your backing keeps me writing and striving.
Not to rest on past success, we are contriving.
Adorned and united in the sacred embrace.
That's what I am, and I'm proud of it: grace.


Copyright © Sotto Poet

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