You are a safe decision to stay awake, and jittering spikes of soul entanglements.
Our hope carelessly resting on words from friends, leaving us with a corroded kismet.
They travel the back roads and tread like avalanches under our salacious peaks of self-containment.
You are keeping close to the railing.
A blasé muse that alerts me of how my dignity destroys design.
One step to the left and once again I am struck by pangs of priming and decaying moral myopia.
You are happen chance, and hands that form like graceful words of acceptance. Once, too far, and evermore we are guided by caveats of displacement.
You are a fleck of stardust on my golden paved highway, shining with pinpricking limpidity like another galactic atmosphere. But soon you disappear like time warp, and I find yet another version of my self to render with combustion.
I mitigate the rocks by residing in the water and I leave it all to semantic uncertainty.
We are the older versions of ourselves, and indefatigable children at play.
I perch on the highest ledge, and pear into the eyes of a lion, where no amount of fire can invade.
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