Of this night’s eye or insanity that was dissevered,
A divine satire loomed of an Iliad one day, that was deemed as dithyrambic.
I cannot understand for it was bestowed through an access,
It sojourned amid passing, in dismay of the dynamic, it will dissolve of my dismissal;
I clasped my hands together, fingers overlapping, though I was not praying;
Acceding into my own desires, a-based I feel now.
This wish was not avowed.
A little sight whisked away;
An ultimate desire for it to be granted—
And the piece of darkness that found solace—
Was then asunder.
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Reposted 7/09/2021 for Phoebe’s Meet and Greet.
Reposted 5/15/2022 for ego. Ego is a bitch.