Passion
I STARE AT IGNORANCE
AND I REST WITH REASONING I EXIST
TO LOOSE MYSELF ENOUGH TO BE IN BLISS
OF A DEPTH SO REAL
AS A DUMB STATE SITS
IN MY OWN KISS ON MYSELF
AS I ONLY HAVE ME TO BE
IN A RUN OF SEQUENTIALS
AVAST OF TENDER MEMOIRS
I REQUEST FROM GOD EQUALITY
AND I FIND MYSELF IN THE DEPTH OF MY OWN FLOWER
HOPING TO EXPERIENCE A TESTIMONY
OF MARKING A LAND SO UNTOUCHED
IS MUCH TO A DEMEANOR
AS I SAY
I ACCUSE MYSELF OF MY OWN BEAUTY
AND I TREAT MYSELF TO MY OWN wine
AS I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS OF MY TASTE
I EXCUSE YOUR WAYS ON ME
AND I LET LOOSE CHOOSING TO APPRAISE
MY YOUTH AS God’s gate into ecstasy.

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