They say I am sheltered and weak
Because I seek serenity in succumbing
Becoming seconds of seemingly meaningless
Seduction
My philosophy of physical finesse and philanthropy
Is flawed and pretends to photosynthesize freedom
And respire joy but is not truly alive
Just a fragment
A memory, memorial and memento
Of a time which mirrors’ seemed to smile
Till merciless momentum turned
And moments turned to mercury
Long forgotten to the eye
Never to the heart
They saw nothing of it
They felt fractions
Like ripples of the aftershock
Of the earthquake that shaped our worlds
Separate
But matching
I just bide time
Till the rocks under my feet follow
The will that flows in your floral thoughts
And my heart’s functions
Such a dream is love
And until truth I bide my time
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