Singular Freedom Key Yonder Self Incarceration Poem by Vision Ghost

If fire breathed voice for the tender tips of fingers felt in an articulated void
Is not that of contaminants to conjure solitary thoughts needlessly employed
To yield the unfathomed beyond common processes of annulled rhythms
But subjected the way of common bonding in articulated unedited trims

In sovereignty for the drowning of the deafening distractible perspectives
And reach in screaming for the impartial freedoms for a soul spoken in octaves
Heard to human ear far beyond the collapsing of comprehensive languages
Yet remain in universal language of the love felt in smile and as a heart embraces

Anoint deeper than skin to the inner acknowledgement yet inexperienced of outer
For the incense of humanities will to survive all that is extensible and tender
In the reaching for the affectionate gaze of sunshine lost in this forever darkness
As one consideration is forgotten of the light we extrude in such forgiveness

We can make it, if only one can truly believe ahead of the disbelieving rhetoric
To enable the plan of the systematic so journeyed to the undiscovered historic
As what was possible against common thought of a world so secondarily dimensional
Yet in voyages of Magellan and Columbus this world was round against common consolidation

So if be that of the masses of the disbelievers, tell me now we cannot find peace
If that a radical has not arisen to the anointing for the hearing of the caprice
Yet not forever but at least for now disbelieved by the masses of the sheep
Of that mountain of the unfaithful cannot be encountered as is too steep?

Believer of the otherwise as of the blind cannot so be the beholder of discovery
The discovery of advancement for all led by the unseen and shadowed minority
Only formatted as name sakes as the granted is taken in the comfort of modernisation
The switch for the illumination to eradicate fear for being so habitually blithesome

I need no cult or radical tangents fed upon outspoken oppressive mental contagions
To route me to a plan of the greater map to happiness felt in unnatural love felt absolutions
To encapsulate myself in the false thoughts upon thoughts rendered for the daily solutions
So much a disaster and with the abundance of abstract and sometimes pointless pollutions

The pulse of life shall be as unending at least as far as the untouched perspectives allow
In judgemental self proclaimed judiciary systems to which potential great opinions do so bow
Only to be as later acknowledged in approval as the foreseen of non prejudice and so unconditional
Far less than is potentially accepted into common social law yet remaining for now, subliminal