Speak of the patterns, this you hear
The alignment of the sound
This persecution of fear
A stagnant mission without the sword of a satisfying vex
For your spirit and the unconditional love that is in the beginning, barks at your next
The sharp and divine next
Completely naked are the jewels which are treasures
Near and far – my compass could not dare to measure
Coming as a plane and beating the damnable dread
My promise to you is a crown upon your head
Adorned therein is of commitment and noble trust
Forsaking all that comes with the danger of cynical lust
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 