Restarting 'the Ballad' Poem by Leon Moon
Restarting 'the Ballad'
A particular reader,
Unaware of sequels,
No longer relishes
In self-manifested
Illusions of entrapment.
Chosen inevitability,
But still undecided,
He grows with his inhales,
Opting for the absence
Within Salvation...
Relicless, but not reckless
He morphs into The View -
The ever changing truth! ...
I press against the door-way,
A ribbon, chambers of gold....
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