"There is something in the air tonight, "
said The Sad One to The Queen,
...
I write to release the past I assume is me- I write to recover false descriptions of integrity. Shall I embarrass myself by being to be- or underwrite the script that my actions perceive.)
Portal-Able
Visualizing where I dream to be—
Whilst being there
is a mighty, mighty thing.
To stand on the teeth of description,
while maintaining my own integrity,
and learning to form a formation of foundation,
where my flow of knowledge
may develop into a stream.
I speak of illusions
that present themselves in farce.
I fear being replicated,
but then forget mine own
egotistical remarks—
To forsake my ship,
is not the same,
as blowing past echoes,
that whisper, 'Refrain.'
I am as powerful as the oceans
that receive the current of light
that bring inspiration into my lungs
and subconscious reflection,
I view above night.
'As Above, So Below! '
I bellow without fear,
Whilst creating a cradle—
I don't need,
to mask an invisible tear.