Trapped in an atoll of unsolicited illusions.
Longing for uncaptured ideals,
where, heart's and vision's discerned.
One's self paining for the invaluable fate,
vetoed and hindered by times;
but, in my heart, 'twill always be a devotion engraved,
left myself grasping religiously for...
The hinder, caused the arbitrary rejoices
of the apprehended hearts,
fearing the light's loss,
by entangling the denied graces,
to clandestine, the vetoed disgraces,
in defined palpability...
The conjectures, perhaps, lifted
but, events remained future
remnants of the unfolded truth.
'Tis choosing between one's pertinence
over important subject,
or the important subject
over one's pertinence.
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