First Class Fool

My essence is
only perceived
through these
words I scribe from
thoughts and notions
that pacify another's aorta
so they may adore
their shine.

My shadow is
prominent only
in their ocular
suggestiveness,

the happy joke
of a broken smile
as long as they walk
straight and dignified
radiating pride
underneath their
boot heels I reside

I find my calling
my mark that burns
into the fabric of divinities
tapestry my sacrifice my gift.

I scribble heavenly wishes
prestigious desires,

yet in a obsidian cocoon
Im encased I can't capture
the greatest force known
misery my beautiful home.

Measure the pleasure
of solitude,

vestigial permeation
from karma-tic justice,

this Sun of loneliness
I carry in charred hands
and a scorched atrium,

my kingdom of content
a galaxy of indentured fate,

inscribed and etched
through myriad failure,

blissful kiss's lay dormant
from untapped lips,

accepting raining fragments
of amour's reign dying.

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