A sense of separation imbibes as i exhale yet another draft of life once bestowed,

All that empowers a self has to have inspired it all without a mediocrity that slaves this vice,

One that was wrought in the dark, absence of knowing a fate happiest while in play as it eventuates,

Positivity in the course of things to come, and my reflection tends to slither past in silence, still,

Seething on a grand gesture from hope as it exalts the being of a human stirred to perform at its pinnacle,

Self involved eloquence of good vibes, tormented souls know quite well to not get too acquainted or else realise,

It will create or absolve, as the blood reciprocates, for a desperate measure of control,

Over the inanimus grave of rationale built along humanity to rule an obstacle course,

fuck all wonderland’s intended to cure any recessive strains off of mercy in power absolute,

Through a hundred miles to go, till the clocks wound tight,

When suffering credits its course with each, selflessly on its own,

An antidote to engineer poisons, treats, just as suffering ought to seek the most deserved of us all,

In set poise or permanence, time will tide over satisfaction that lets any blame encroach,

Beyond the point of no return to baseline, may all others be saved, lest, the only known left behind is a belonging to function or fate.