Oh
for glory, foggy and dripping, reigning through souls.
We
scramble, ever to maintain it, and dwell in glory. Oh
for
heartbeats, a list of gems, to channel glory. I felt it flex,
ever
in flux, as fluid as reservoirs. We feature diamonds,
as
strong as forces, coursing through a hemisphere. I met
her
there, beneath a psyche, nourishing chi. We circle
maya, a daily feat, ever to chop this
tree. Oh for glory,
flaming
as to flood, a rectified furnace; for there’s a
forest,
filled with goblins, to horrify chapters. We flit to
fly,
to grapple freely, at moments terrified; for there’s a
force,
ever to oppose, a flowing force. Many for pleasure,
ever
to stir, a fearful vibe; but oh for glory, floating for
wafting,
steady at a volt. We see for gold, a moment
shrouded,
for glory’s haunted. I thresh for mind, an
impish
stream, harassing terribly. Its field and mission,
a
massive rapture, and every inch a feat. Whoever thought
it,
to perish through minutes, and lumpy porridge. Oh for
glory, to tug a soul,
nudging through murky waters.
