Fragmented

by Victor   Sep 23, 2016


For my words to hum in a haze of fire; ashen dialect forked the burning tongue

A threnody of flaring prose to ignite my latent listlessness
Branded in a manner brazen; heart of iron cast scorching

Heir to a throne of reserve
Spoken adage of interdicted locutions

Absolve me of such inner machinations
Disseminating tension, under lease of elation
To propagate intrinsic purpose, refined in clarity

In the final fruition, shadow of doubt dances;
An elegant creation bent on swift exodus
Sanctity of satisfaction wanes reminiscent
Capitulate to fascinate to trounce a shred of sanity

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