Panoramic Ponderings

My life. In letters.

poetic muse

cryptic melancholies
alluding to cunning mendacity
an act of lucid treachery

void of insight or cure
an uncanny circus
of dimensional blur

elusive conclusions,
eyes see but the forefront
of methodical disillusions

another day, not today
closer to the origin of
predictable disarray

in all uncertainties
lie nothing more or less
than dormant realities

the fragrance of absolution
nothing but
sanguine dilution

these whisperings
seducing, and expelling
clever scriptings

paradigms of cerebral stability
betray the innate
of human entity

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