Games are forgotten fables
and your past historic lore
The horizon a mission
and sentiment becomes law
When joy is in a complexion
and found in your reflection
Your worthiness you question
and pure is your intension
Ones mind is not blank
nor diluted or ill
You know a sound structure
You know pit from hill
Fears do not protest
Scars do not tingle
vanity subsides
to a bashful trickle
Humble are your words and lust, a subtle pulse
It’s all bread, breath, water and sun
The sinless apparition
of ever wanting none
Walls dissipate than close
with a farmers faith
in what he sows
Not a smile forced
Caress mistaken
A tongue held
A kiss barren
No questions of if
or wonders of why
Whens been answered
When is nigh
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