Luminous Fate

 

My fate fully depends on my demeanor,
These seem like battering words clouded by sarcasm,
Those that occupy my mind with intense reverie,
As I expect heaven on this side of hell

The meaning seem to distort my visage,
Because my philosophy denies such authority over me,
These are all trapped in my dry mouth with my swollen throat,
Virtue and vice desert my lost and selfish heart

Amidst the still air I seek to create a wind of my own,
Seized by the inspiration from the lonely relentless proud oak tree,
That makes my enchanting possessed writing hands,
To weave deep, dark and lovely words of meaning

Slowly my promised golden glory dapples with moonlight,
Freshened by breeze as soft as a caress,
That makes my soul to submit to the palatable pleasure,
A quiet and strange amazement has taken me to a state of trance,
To a realization that my mind never raises any barriers of self doubt!

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