it is as the myth of heaven is to the devout
a singular alluring force
as elusive as eventuality
time nurtured the cynic
sagacity of experience
bludgeoned the reoccuring flippancy
a muted violence upon the hopeful
a constant toil to maintain buoyancy
while attraction's wild nature proved to instill
the indelible weighted shackles of doubt
ubiquitous credence haunts
and the officiated dissident recoils
recalling a doctrine no longer fitting
even as tattered as the currency of its relating
sparks a potential deviation
to atavistic notions of coital unraveling
ravaging a once stagnant body
compelling a great hibernation into sheer denial
a starved creature retreats back
to the sustenanceless throes of delusion
facetiously floating frivolously
above the drag of days to come
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