Pander to the broken
once more shall you see, the changes made,
Above the mighty Stereo
Surrendering, only to ignite streams to pour
From the fountain of the Infinite Well.
Oh! allow such splendor to splash upon a page
Aplomb! I find it quite rapturous,
To Devour poetry through the Heart
Instead of my eyes, divided. Please!
I beg of you the same!
Feel instead, a pull. Instead of lending the head
Feel free to roam the landscapes of the Endless.
why did I ever bother to dream of being bound?
when I could have instead roamed the depths of the unfound?
Tired, and fiercely unprepared. I wandered, unkempt,
And quietly unearthed. I mumbled to the winds,
Upon sight of the sand mounds
I was reminded of an urge
For a tender breast. To cosy up
Once again a woman’s legs,
Who knew I would ache, so deeply again?
The pleasure is lost,But not the dream.
Every man feels the throb to return.
Home is the Heart’s residence
Home is where the feet wish to return,
Back and fro, an illusion,
Home. Is what we are seeking,
And nothing more.