pause

I’ll bring you the acorns you need

And bury the kisses you don’t

Forsake the arrows you’re thought to repute

We’re ought to create the borderlands between

Realty and reverie

A self-correcting Neverland

Arrival at the unacknowledged terrain of the sincerity

When the card of time is pulled

Does the rise of the Phoenix compete with God

Where beauty may contradict itself

Your virtue remains continuous

A proportional exaggeration of itself