A retraction. (The past-tense of right must be wrote.)

Oh, Crown of Creation,
You are my breath, and my bane.
My past and future are channelled through your existance.
I crave your attention, and I curse you at your back.

Take these empty lines -my apologies- and remember how little I've demanded of you.
Exceed and glorify. Indeed, exemplify.
Wear no mask. Wear every mask.
Make all space beautiful.

I shall praise your courage.
And we shall praise your strength./

Two days ago I was smoking in my mind and all I wanted was to delete every weighted word I had ever thought down.
Yesterday I was vivid and aware of most syllables.
Tomorrow I will hate that I admitted it.




I am indebted.
I owe you almost every creative title.
I would voice every loan and announce your significance, but I'm petty and in the mood for breaking all the rules.
Shadowing your thoughts means every day has questions.
You've had royalty and paupers all over your mind.
But there are plotlines and payrolls we need to rewind.

Out of every remark that you've censored so far, this one's my favourite;
"There is no glow, but I can make things shine.
There is no heat, but when you walk that line I feel warmer, higher, braver, wiser.

"Can you recall that point -while you're falling towards me- when, as a nation, I should choose my immortal amenity?
Good. Now try carefully to imagine what Truth you find could possibly devour it.
Revisit the fallout: I turned to my side, to give profile more aim, a wholistic retraction; oh, everything less.
To tease for a moment, or just to be cruel, I took away beauty and left you in mess.
Oh, don't be upset, don't be fooled by my movements, I meant it in quarrels to be by your hand,
but once you reached ninety, I couldn't resist it, I let loose and fully let lustre on stand.
While you're watching and falling, reaching -not touching, let me repeat what's already been mine,
I've got mirrors, believe it, I know what you're seeing,
There is no glow.
But in chaos like this, I make everything shine."

Thank you for calling, I needed the doorbell,
But Riches and Cardboard are warring for Fame./

There is an end to any sentence only because I adore th


Intellect is everywhere.
You are everywhere too.