Comprehensive Concealment Poem by Tommy Johnson

I turn and look at you
And I speak my peace, urging you to leave all you secondary notions at the doors
Patiently waiting at the turn style for some pne who I know will never show up
Because he is already here
He is me
He is everyone
A genius
Another futuristic constructuralist
Studying equations
Where the answers lies in eternal joy
The difficulty to burn and the ease to understand
Only separated by patience and time
Overthrown and renewed
Refurbished
Barking dogs crafted from jade kissing your palms, bursting through parlor doors smoking on a long stemmed pipe
Writing in blood with a raven-wood quill
And a distraught agonizing yelp echoes in the library
Denouncing the existence of love
Bringing what is mistaken as such to surface
Gain, satisfaction, self esteem, companionship
Love is up for redefinition
Bargains and betrayal
Vacations in plains never explored
Taking trains filled with ridiculous faces
Stark raving madness with clarity
Disapproval of sonnets of old that now in the new age are no longer suitable for the forward thinking minds
Necessary brashness
Eminent affection
Everlasting adoration of the suns embrace