WINE AND GATES
Meditation, On Liberty And Language
Shine of the sun
Sakes and hap, inescapeable
Ushered callous, with semblance begun
Kind to say the least, is inexplicable
Long noses and hurried gaiety
Glance's of curiosity for a seeming grace
Come to eave's with our first's, spontanaeity
Is for all that have last's, just in case
Ordeal in hallowed longevity's
To seek the brace of liberty for shown
Forsworn to beauty intoned, as if ease
A force to continue without the images of oblivion
Conscience's vie, even foretell
Sanity's might, able to wish well
Sordidness may, complimenting hell
Worthiness sublime, truer by the she'll
But the reach of sincerity, due
Is a walking honor, to see the drive
Of causes need, the schism of who
Is a soul to seek, and who is a soul to give?
The answer is sat, and then obvious
Worth is liberating tradition, come
To assuage, if not deliberate us
The act of lives forming in hand, love...?
Love when voiced of lot's, is of need
Sense enabled to give guidance, merely
The vice of conscience made, if not heed
Promised to confirm amet reality, dearly
Decision at dusk, the triumph of your voice
Sent from heed, as any is for another
The lucre of yearning for vanity, source by source
The whole of composure, for an eye than a lover
Into the night
We prepare a forethought for exception
To summate a rule, as if language were right's
To excellency, lie's, and future's of intuition
Begun again
To instill the marvel of time
With truth in maybe, sulking ours, even sin
Prepared to show when, the myth of sense trying?
Sakes and hap, inescapeable
Ushered callous, with semblance begun
Kind to say the least, is inexplicable
Long noses and hurried gaiety
Glance's of curiosity for a seeming grace
Come to eave's with our first's, spontanaeity
Is for all that have last's, just in case
Ordeal in hallowed longevity's
To seek the brace of liberty for shown
Forsworn to beauty intoned, as if ease
A force to continue without the images of oblivion
Conscience's vie, even foretell
Sanity's might, able to wish well
Sordidness may, complimenting hell
Worthiness sublime, truer by the she'll
But the reach of sincerity, due
Is a walking honor, to see the drive
Of causes need, the schism of who
Is a soul to seek, and who is a soul to give?
The answer is sat, and then obvious
Worth is liberating tradition, come
To assuage, if not deliberate us
The act of lives forming in hand, love...?
Love when voiced of lot's, is of need
Sense enabled to give guidance, merely
The vice of conscience made, if not heed
Promised to confirm amet reality, dearly
Decision at dusk, the triumph of your voice
Sent from heed, as any is for another
The lucre of yearning for vanity, source by source
The whole of composure, for an eye than a lover
Into the night
We prepare a forethought for exception
To summate a rule, as if language were right's
To excellency, lie's, and future's of intuition
Begun again
To instill the marvel of time
With truth in maybe, sulking ours, even sin
Prepared to show when, the myth of sense trying?
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Meditation, On Liberty And Language
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