Digital cadence, rapture madness.
Man must die to live.
So simplistic those wishes, upon a curse.
All day with it, something dwells metaphysical.
So black & white, requiring color; confounded, pivot of the nightmare.
If love is this, take it back.
So interrupted, laughing at it, truly cut, wrapped in angst.
One theme to a soul, a motif to a woman.
Aqua passions, the Rock is the Cathedral, the Origin is the Controversy.
It was too powerful, the monopoly was challenged, if the old is broken, it calls for newness.
I never the minds; giggling in rain, asking for permission to expound.
Love reads, debating pressures, seeing life as unfounded.
Love is smart; it starts to hurt.
Upon Mosaic, grace or works, some say both. And
Love is a maniac, misread, fighting the blue skies.
So versatile, so vicious, upon velvet rules; fancy lies, a whole life,
to realize existence was false. Indeed, so convoluted, pure adventure, to look over and exclaim, love.
