-06.29.2023-
When contemplation became an instant choice,
It’s an excuse for frivolous nature
Under veiling, vaunting villain’ stead eyes.
For a thousand threads mess’ around, one firmly evasive,
Lying down a core to pulsate, then weasel.
None, the less, some outlier explodes where
Contraction and expansion read’ly release.
Fancy to claim soulmate, Camus declares –
The more detach’d? Refers to the more match’d.
Syndrome surpass’d superficial spirit,
Exaggerated among crowd’d rattles.
Unfair though, the painter plays the victim.
Subliming in an ideal, in such hell.
Let’s attach to doozy skill, genius yell.
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