Friday, October 23, 2015

Glory

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.    

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