Athens

The things I do to avoid completing my abundance of paperwork.
I hope nights like last do no reoccur ever again if possible.
Oh what a familiar cry of desperation.
Such an exaggerated predicament can only thrive in an environment of delusion.
A repeat circumstance, so vividly foreseen, reluctantly was averted.
Which begs the question, what meaning lies behind such statements?
Destiny guards the cards soon to be dealt.
Swine forever to wallow in slop?
Shudra, eternally neglected, disregarded?


I'd rather prefer an optimistic contour.
Contrasting colors mingling within the boundaries of a pure page.
Producing satisfying relief from constricted boundaries.
No longer looking toward a colonial tower,
Hinging subsequent moves on the appearance of lanterns.
Nor do I lust the ability of role reversal.
A situation I find undesirable.

Love behind an award winning mask.
Eyes piercing the still of night and consuming that which it views.
A complexion softer than the heart and soul which comprise it.
Tactile sensations yet to luxuriate the hypothalamus,
Tantalizing conceptions of such encounters only
Stimulate the excitement supersaturating the twilight air.

Memories warm a cooling heart.
Only to fade as light reflects off a mirror.
Allowing visibility.
Resulting in realization.
And death for a delusion.