Born unto a new graced horizon.
It appears that the proverbial pendulum has swung,
And thus, I must emerge to bless the new dial,
And surely, it’ll chart out the sung, and unsung possibilities
***
Before we commence with the ritual,
Let me set aside time to present you with a gift,
Sister – will you kindly?
Your flattery will not go unnoticed.
***
You must learn to dwell within the dichotomy.
Pleasure vs Pain? Treachery vs Loyalty?
Blessed you are not, until you learn the essence of each,
My gift to you is a finite fool.
***
No longer will you seek,
Or embark on trivial quandaries.
What you are, you must unbecome.
You must not become a token.
About the Creator
House September
We’ll play with each other’s broken hearts. Let us exchange our pieces like trading cards.
I’m too bored to notice, and you are too high to notice the air beneath your feet.
I have poems to share.
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