My thoughts have to be ribboned with words anew
So it won’t shock
The heart of you!
My words
Have to be braded
Into conformity still
Given a shape
That wouldn’t shake the cell!
Sentences have to eternally bow
For reasons that I may not totally comprehend now!
I
A creature
Of shades
Glimmer
That fades
And letters
Bounded
To the brim
Have to sing yet
That eternal hymn
And all
Seem to be so endlessly old
With all the myths told
Achievements
yet to be hold!
Be hold me still
As I strive to excel
And subdue
This flesh of mine
Far from being divine
But tries
To climb
To echo
Its ribboned thoughts
In braded words
And softly uttered rewards!
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16-7-2011
2:45 am
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