An Excpt From War Paints And Reservations Poem by Leon Moon

I resist royalty in silence.
Memories try and convince me I don't mean it -
I do, with all my heart, which at present
Is hijacked by the focus of descent
Towards Hades' bored immense
Where nothing but sense can benefit.

My cheekbones gushing with purple streams
Are streaked with patterns I never decided -
They claim my flesh, the brink of illusion
But I know this is a false fusion,
I am more, I am the infinite dreams
Resting in my heart, waiting to be discovered.