~. A dancer on the floor of eternity negotiating on the behest of an identity requested
~. A hustler in the middle of a heist, stealing a broken right from the clutches of a daring fight.
~. A dreamer lost in the face of its mystery, crying to be held in its waking destiny
Sometimes the sway marries its way into a shred of truth
Sometimes the rush carries its dust into the wind of a whiff unmet
Sometimes the image breaks itself to find a new frame to shape the rest
Perception rules in an eloquency
filled in fluency
Disregarding the senses
for common pretenses
Thus, the eyes sees whatever it please
in a shameful decree, shrouding the sight with ease
The word calls for the thought
The thought claims what is taught
And in an envy without frenzy
Perception dons its veil with a shape that prevails
The heart rests to the unmet guest
Slaving its best to blame the test
For a truth to be keen
On a journey that can be foreseen.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
