Matchless Climax

I’m a word weaver so that I can see

How pleasing they can be

Touching the sea

Leaves a teasing taste in my mouth

Of what should be and would be

As I pray about my next steps

I find myself reaching for infinity

Hoping to bleed into eternity

And shake hands with divinity

Playing around with chastity

Serves me righteously

In my writing

I am one with this masterpiece

Hear my tone

As I am prone to cheer

Encouraging myself

To continue forces nature beyond

A satisfaction

And in a climax

I feel empowered to continue

And pursue my recollection of

The symphony that has won

My accommodations


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