My sunken heart beats in tandem pair
with the drunken dreams of joyous despair
internal worlds of intuitive flair
disengage the frames from their aimless air
they cede the grounds for my arrival
unexpected as it were was my survival
in the outward surfaces of this medieval
spectacle of servitude to an unholy rival
i have walked the earths as though on a cloud
aloft the solidified solitude of earthly sound
Sever ever a spirit i once roused
never to wander far up or down below
but perennially round...
©poetree
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