Zeal through a pull entices me.
Commands.
The sun pales as but a star in the sky
Subject to the luster that now encompasses;
Jerks my visual rein.
A moth flies into a flame enacting his
Dopaminergic conclusion.
Am I to be complacent in sweet embrace,
to feel though never experience?
Teeth, flesh, bones, and hair:
Organic bounds rip at the seams under the
Weight of Interior grandeur.
Commencing a storm, the sun too stretches
Beyond the clouds;
Stems upon the Earth,
Basking the world in her glory.
Conditionally.
Now but a mere paucity.
I requiem your image in its prior enormity
For the light no longer warms my skin—
I possess only my blindness
In remembrance,
Mourning you in living
Until the moon herself fails to rise.