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The Fool on the Floor
As I dreamt of you within my silence
Your wanderlust having left my
Flesh as fodder for wolves…
I still linger within the longing
For your touch…
For I am a fool which hath
No boundaries of love
Nor self respecting ideals
That would prevent me from
Laying down my physicality across
Your muddied pathway,
So that you may once again
Tread upon my soul…
The smirk within your countenance
Dissuades me not from my pursuit
Of what you pretend as a sardonic disposition…
For I am without barriers that would block
My vision into your most mesmeric inner being
That you so proudly eclipse from those
Who long to touch your soul…
For I am no fool to be deluded
By your semblance of a termagant…
Although you have shown unmitigated
Transcendence in your portrayal of…
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 