S(Wordplay)
Have You Seen the Moon this nigh??
curvaceous cylindrical colors, up to me thigh....
I asked for vanilla (among the 31 flavors)
but received only chocolate hardship for my endeavors...
within you, the unconscious can fastly melt
with plastics and sugar - rubber, like substances
I could have surely felt......
I miss you Kinshala
as each day doth surely pass
and wish reality with astonomy
would more quickly and timely last...
into the nightfire of eternal dark
away from undelible spirits
who seem to have my Mark...
I cannister yr truth
benounced to you
unmistakably youthful
perfect truth
I challenge the "Godhead" to bequeath
what I must smile upon
and raise my sword beneath...
for You have challenged me
to wordplay no longer seen
in this age, (or the last)
we're the last of this olde caste...
and under guises dumb
that announce that yr the One
of my past an future dream
(the world that's unforeseen)
I give you all of me
a burgeoning early tree....
of truth, life and life's energy
of worth, wonder, and cynergy....
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