demystify hues yet feels achroous,
camaraderie not redemancy,
sheen of astoundment is now vacuous,
an eccendentesiast perceptibly,
such calcitrant for gusts tolerancy,
i will rather be blind than blindfolded
by the philocaly you couldn't see,
auroras, ocean and rainbows faded,
only your visage what my mind painted,
abandoning sight of moon and sunset
for it's gibberish compared to your need,
thought I can walk eyes closed in easy gait,
'cause I've espied syzygy in your world,
but eminent and high- my hand can't hold.
DART AZRIEL
