I bare no transgressions anymore,
I hold no wailing candle
nor symphony of indiscretion,
I hold no boundaries between the walls and halls of
reflecting mirrors and truth
nor shelter from the winds
that carry my soul
to the providence of innate understanding.
I carry no staves
with promiscuous ink
and confide no two hearts
within the soul of eclectic reasoning.
All i bare
is a weathered dream
forgot,
like a new babe,
awakened before
birth..
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