Bells like Divinity
Strike clear in the distance
I offer resistance
Not so much to you
As to this
This Bliss
This crisp affection
This benediction
Blue in dawn's early light
Gleaming in hues
A sheen of remorse
Softly glistens her basement-colored skin
Drinking in sounds
Like dissonance
Cacophony mocking me
Scoffing as I am proffering
Protection against
His royal eminence
Inimitable
Resolved to sparkle
But still in the state
Of gathering stars
Cars speed by on
Less than Sunday drives
Like bees in a hive
Buzzing quickly to do
As they are told
Would argue as to who
Is in control
Soul for soul
We rise or fall
In our own cadence
Infinite time
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