Northern moons rise and I breathe ten thousand tides Caressing anxious shores Cautiously traversing Galaxies hitherto concealed Behind osculating planes Deep inside my mind, as
Fearless
I am nature and never Beholden to the nocuous Thinkers who would Convene their anger Into streams of adversity Seeking conquest over My energy, necessarily
Madness
Gravity impedes any Escape from the frenzy Of human madness Wrought of wanton Impertinence erratically Arranging inevitable Tragedies so grievously Pervasive that gratitude Cringes near
Youth
I was a revolutionary In youth seeking out my Inwardness as the only Alternative to a prosaic Childhood I’d rather have Spent soaring above Thermal
Noumenal
I am predisposed to Unbiased infinities free Of flawed aphorisms Always prominent when Caution holds governance Over inner hemispheres Where eternity dwells in Metaphysical time
Sonance
Silence is imagined Except in my deafness to Patterns of whispered Sonance, yet I can now Substantiate there is no Aloneness even with Dragonflies absent