“A man’s character is his fate.”- Heraclitus.
Dearest,
I seek my character in my fate. Disillusioned tranquillity is by and large in on my mind. Is it there in yours eh? My character is the neon mist. It rises to that end of the ellipse where ‘chaos’ welcomes doubt to strangulate it to Sin: OUR Genteel Religiosity. I can see you trod. I am blinded to see your way and I regret sight; so as to say my covetous gusto; AGAIN.
Will Delilah cheat?
Will Samson plead?
Or a tussle between conceit and deceit orchestrating disdain, not Defeat! My paw scratches the plaster and I yield to ribald.
What if gloom ceases me,
What if it does not,
The linchpin had fallen off miles behind-
and I have my way lost!
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