from the fragrant bowers within
near the last dream of my soul
is one small remaining sin
to doff before my heart is whole
which lingers almost sober
in a place where shadows lie
(nurtured by winds of october
e'er the last songbird shall fly)

that's transmitting pure sedition
a transgression even so
unrepentant no contrition
and with but a glance i know
that this guilty little pleasure
will destroy me in the end
tho it masquerade as treasure
tries to seem my oldest friend

an insipient intruder
that has hidden in my mind
and pretends to be a suitor
but the union it's designed
would destroy me from the inside
lest uprooted zealously
more despicable than even pride!~
its name is jealousy.
 

 


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a multi-write for:

"fragrant bowers within"...catch the soaring star
"last dream of my soul"....follow the dream
"a place where shadows ____fill in the blank
"nurtured by winds of october" ...simplicity
"that's transmitting pure___fos-anyform goes

and the theme of "letting go" in behind the mask