My Swaggering Cave

Hints, affirmations, incidents of accidents?

I am engrossed in your swagger.

Your ritualistic offerings of all the matters.

Tis only organic to wanting absolution from all my obsessions.

Yet, some paths tread heaven as…a weapon.

As of lately, I have been loosing sleep.

Over indulgence.

A book of revelation.

Thus, whilst awake and on two feet.

In over, my over read,

under bred, head.

I now recognize, my knowledge does not make me unique.

An allegory of a cave.

Where I have placed stones of compulsions composed of inspirations.

Only when stepping outside.

Do I relish in the tears from the given sky.

In the missteps…

Do I recline to wonder why.

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