Of this night’s eye or insanity that was dissevered, A divine satire loomed of an Iliad one day, that was deemed as dithyrambic. I cannot understand for it was bestowed through an access, It sojourned amid passing, in dismay of the dynamic, it will dissolve of my dismissal; I clasped my hands together, fingers overlapping, though I was not praying; Acceding into my own desires, a-based I feel now. This wish was not avowed. A little sight whisked away; An ultimate desire for it to be granted— And the piece of darkness that found solace— Was then asunder. © 2017 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Reposted 7/09/2021 for Phoebe’s Meet and Greet.