Poetry, as if it were encoded, encrypted
With my intimate thoughts, selectively known.
The delicate web you're spinning, has shifted
With you entangled in the feeling of alone.
Remind me of the absence of my significance.
Entertained, You partner in my fall from glory.
I admit, you work with such magnificence.
Heightened and fueled by the pain in my story.
Like a phoenix from the ashes, I arise renewed.
The common disregard, expedites my transition.
You can be entertained, heightened and fueled
But, I hope you made room for some massive revision.
Originally Posted by Peach_follows
That is great, I am going to use that phrase, someday. Of course in philosophy I have been that way for awhile.