Portals hoard me from the radiance of the borders
Outgrow in the midst where I might thrive better
Yet air went timeless, varied from the creations
Stints trampled, divulged senses into distortion.
Initiated with my hands as I hang in the meadow
Tho' this vox censures plus casts away sorrows
Roaming in the marrows that the coup has to offer
Sparse gists puzzled me, sheered my life feebler.
Portals have torches again, slumping clique of yearnings
Reckonin gloom and languor, halt me from living
Amongst awe and vigor emerging in the prairie
Opted to ply in the mead filled with frailty.
©night_owl
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