As the spirit crafts imperceptibly,
The answer to a maiden’s prayer
Under the rightful wing
An angel permeating the conscientious
The Devil and liberation, sprawling an erratic conscious
In an act of God
doused with the flame of divinity
A distinct mockery of absurdist defeat
An electromagnetic wave penetrating the aether of the dead
Birthed under a violet star
The pronunciation and parole of a black body
Taken under inertial imminence
Gone simply, at the speed of light
Contrasted with the homogenous void of space

Too far-

Its abstractions ambiguously converging into illiteracy
With the maiden caught in thin air
Importing her health through one pretty song
She’s assured, her senses are omnipotent
In a world where sensibility is beaten
Back to the strand, bone idle
Purity can never blaze the trail of assumption