To learn little by little
with infinite time,
insurmountable space
to my personal mime
languid, ethereal
imprisoned, cerebral
idyllic enchantment-
are you ephemeral?
In search for denouement
imprisoned in verses
forgive how I'm toxic
and strangely quixotic
I'm still quite fragmented
and you're tessellated
ubiquitous lassitude
bound and unaided
If this leads to pathos
well, I'm already jaded
If this leads to elation,
I can be over sated
this fixation, I'm wishing
to meet its cessation,
like this maddening rhyming
I'm now terminating.
