Despite the metaphor’s reality
It’s all encompassing vision
It is impossible to extrapolate as such
As wicker strings fly to candle flames
Hushed in breath of forced laughter
Knives clanging to the floor
The weight of all the real
In prison cell estate
The iron cold infest
In violent (downpour/downfall)
We usher of our fears
Beneath the sickle crimson aura
We the schizophrenic
Seeing all as one
Ineffably she listens
And doesn’t say a word
In all the words hath said
Of morte rain ’n coat
’N scaffolding so bright remembrance
Fluorescent alabaster
An albatross of sharp incessant weight
We crawl along the river
Friendship testing fate
And o a free woman
She shatters all the concentrate
She pensions all the reprobate ideas
The justificatory insights
And we wait for all her leave
Yes we wait for all of her to leave
So that we can see her thoughts
Yes we
A friendship distant wrought
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