Inclined behind the binds of our minds
We seek escape often concave under a magic cape
From a higher power over which hovers no likely other
That Drapes us in copious graces all through fugues fully construed
But ultimately true
thence come a day we wake up to find
Ourselves
Tense and defenseless
Streamlined afloat our boats, Sailing continuity
We approach our reproaches with arid Piety
And by dint of a divine may i encroach;
(Concurrent...
with the down-flow of my dignity)
In an ever undulating certainty
On the premises of your Eternity
©poetree
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