Relief

Such a sweet flow

A release from

The swirling nonsensical notion

How the loss of such consciousness

Is but received so anxiously

And now

Grasping at the idea of ephemeralness

I can only welcome ardently,

For many a supposition already consumes me.

Relief

Such a sweet flow
A release from the swirling
Nonsensical notion
How the loss of such consciousness
Is but received so anxiously
And now
Grasping at the idea of ephemeralness
I can only welcome ardently
For many a suppositions already consume me.

Deep End

So stoic

This facade you’ve shapely stacked, bricked

Allowing but a trickle, the few

To dip but a toe in your shallows,

But only the shallows

The remnant particles, the dust from your walls

A cursory taste,

Leaving the imprudent satiated

Yet the judicious crave your depths

Alas, your deep end is not to be conceded.

Flaws

To the artist, the creator

I am quite positive that you yourself know of such inner turmoil

The struggle in your depths of acceptance

The consent that your work might be worthwhile

Not to the masses in general,

For the aggregate opinions are merely food for thought,

But worthwhile to you, yourself

So I solicit to you

Please, do not look so intimately,

For you will veritably glance my flaws,

That then become immeasurable foibles,

And none shall venture into the deep end.