Drip by drip I sip apostasy
From crystal cups of usurping fantasy
Unwittingly, I routinely renounce my
beliefs
For those same stale golden leaves
That wouldn't make me leave my dependence
On sheer guilt shrouded in facial innocence
I have sold my freewill for fifty cents
But my clairsentience still mingles with my conscience
.
I need the mystery in love
To clarify my crave for the rough
.
Ara 'deinde
September 2015
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