See beyond the point in which I already knew,
Shallow the water was,
Though as I wallowed there,
Trudging towards some form of residence,
Falterd by desire for something that seemed unattainable,
Charismatic I may have been,
But destain left my pallet salted and ashed,
Who was this being I was trying to become,
Beyond the pinnacle of what was ideal,
Further than down in my soul it pulsed,
Something alive and well,
Captivated by a fleeting dream,
An idea lost in the light of what it is,
Scattered into the unknown,
Only to be known as desire
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