Intoxicated in thy
wine redeemed by euphoria
Drink to me ones more
for extrication to oblivion;
Captivated in rapt in
the tranquil of thine gaze
Dazzled or blind, a
sceptic I be!
Hallowed gallows or obscured
hallways I know not
For thine mystic
ablaze!
In the magnificence
of glow a humble peasant I be
From prince to pauper
I effete ignorant;
In lost time I tick
In lost space I live
Sold by self, held by
hunch
Floating in myriad
hues of spectacle unknown
Rechristened by
cogence though weaved by magic
Mocks my sanity and smirks
at my frailty;
When silence dims
sound
And conviction
obscures perception
Logic loses and
irrationality wins!
Titillating between
spiralling dungeons and expanse of meadows
The extremes of the
circle I seek to find
The contrast of dark
when placed aside ray
For vision to restore
costs more in light
The key to the source parted
to twin
The more I stretch
the more its afar
And lost in illusions
I eternally be
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