In exact measure…
I relate the stark horror, the disingenuous revolutionary misleadings of truculent visionaries, that time’s perdition, coiled in venom’s languishing infidelity, derails.
In exact measure…
I fear the fortunes of a noble cause, that of which I live to conceive as destiny’s fomenting epiphany, the rug pulled out from under jargonistic halo of incrimination for mankind’s faults, that looms in my discontented soul, the cherish of ageless child’s play, the beckoned disguise of rhapsodic monotony.
In exact measure…
I lament the insurrection of my envy’s guilty plea, and face the gallow’s frayed rope, the synergy of optimistic minimalism, the mask of opined reflections. – Sinz