A salt of the earth

Enclosing a path

Of curation

In every pore of aphorism.

A salt of being

Beholding a liveliness

Of forsaken identity

In a facade of heartbreak. 

A salt of all souls

Exposing a curtain

Of kindling hope

In a discernment of insight.

A salt that is an obligation

Of a vivacious stature

Sterilizing the representation

Of the circumstances of a breath.

Free my cohesive soul

And engage in 

An eternal tone,

Stroke my angelic being

And taste away

The pain that immobilizes,

Captivate my cognition

And form in

A crimson vase of existance,

A cleanse with an incandescent desire

To glaze my surroundings with hope

Conforming to a vivid entity

Of my many facets of liveliness.   

I wait for my life to encapsulate

A sudden fulfillment of everything

I want to identify with 

Influencing me enclose my vitality.  

This haven of my loneliness

Cleanses the inner serenity

Creating a divide

Of loneliness and deep sorrow

Clasping a grain of incandescent

Light on the shadow of my life. 

The leaves,

They shudder in the wind

With an incapability

To enclose all the gaps

Of my consciousness. 

Unleash me in

The inner solitude 

Of my former

Presence in

This stature of

My survival.

And cleanse

Me of all these

Crimson thoughts. 

Fuel all the strength

and uphold this desire

Of vitality. 

I dream of vitality
In this place
Of deep serenity
Fulfilling the gaps
Of my surroundings.
Engraving a cognition
In my pupil veins.

I beg you to wash
Away the shadows
Of my doubtful nature
Grasping an innate stance
Of my narcotic
And criminalizing acts
In the palm of your hands.

Liveliness incarnates
A grim past
That blindly surpassed
My lonely nerves
Fuelling all the drive
And passion within
My motivation.

An essence of time
Fills my wilderness of thought
Proclaiming a freighted condition
Before my eyes.

It unleashes the inner sanction
Of life’s great complexities
Into a bitter abyss
Underneath the horizon.