magnified the broken to bliss.
with her radiant arm kiss.
and in the similitude of order grand.
is some silly champion at gods right hand.
as in the power of the radiant worth.
his lovely rises and falls in good.
yet is not my devotion yielded less.
she helped me arise to my desired address.
herself inspiring greater the dance.
the goodly light the higher stance.
indeed the words greater than the lance.
I a victim of gross and odious circumstance .
of method I demand reform.
by my gift oelf justice of all afflicted.
like me.
reform the criminals with this shit.
don't break the kind ones with good wit.
you gave me good chance to break me again.
you did to her the same.
broke us in duplicitous continuums of in injustice.
me and her was not the stalkers.
you did.
©Pat Connor
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