power the relegation.
arduous the form.
dewy in heady condensation.
in the age past the intrinsic mourn.
unto the duplicitous beauties light.
to ride victories upon the dragons of the twilight.
onto the pain that magnaminouly fall away.
longing for loves higher play.
fullon the living sunray.
yet here I am lost in great confusing haze.
with out my clarity.
only an intelligent hillarity.
and oh how I feel the soul.
yet the rising of my soul.
unto the greater metaphysical girth.
I shout again
I crave my birth
my master of ceremonies.
referring to her name .
to kill this insufferable bane.
but more so to kill her.
agony.
MC.
©Pat Connor
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