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What do we sacrifice

When we rhyme?

Do our truest thoughts

Get lost

Within the clouds of time

While we fly skies in search

Of resonating perfect chimes?



Or does it help

Harmonize our cries?

A striking balance

Of aural erotica

And general feeling

Laid out just appealing enough

To despise?





What do we lose

Within our form?

Have you ever felt

Words slip between your fingers

When you clasped your hands prematurely?

Vowels and tears that linger

Outside stanza blocks.

Tapping a knock

Upon a sonnet's door

To open up his heart

And let them in...





What do I coin

With my style

Except some guidelines

On how to interpret my smiles?

A blueprint

For the skylines

That I all too often revisit.



A checklist

Of the products I always grab.

So that when I'm gone

You can fill in the blanks.

As I backtrack

Into obsolete realms

Treading along silent gravel

And watching my stories unravel

Without me...