A dying firefly, that blinds the eye, and leaves the road dark. Let us seek love, in its original form. Even though it is unattainable, the closeness is a want, that is all-encompassing.
Indeed, do not lie to yourself. Honesty is like the blade, which uses the underlying instinct. Honesty is the dread stranger, on our skin, that we dare not confront.
Few, who do our part, worship themselves, to get the lasting peace. Salitude is the free hand, that keeps giving. Selfishness is the hand, that takes with no consideration.
A selfless giver, is a path, chosen with consideration, for others. The scale of imbalance, is a match. Therein, the giver forgets themselves, and the taker, forgets others.
Balance is important. So, you do unto others, as you do unto yourself. Salitude and honesty, that is love, to not make a problem.
Killing one on the other, of the other, is how everything gets broken. In an attempt to escape accountability, the box of deception is there set. A box, which is owned to lampish power, with the fluidity of its owner, where? Raising the grid.
So, from where are we going to start, now, on this piece? I have to give idea, the mic. You guys are in trouble. Okay, idea.
Yeah, thank you guys for, you know, giving me the mic. Well, I want to say this. I think I actually get the poem, because, I have argued with Saracen, a couple of times.
So, when the piece started with, honesty on my right, servitude on my left, I was like, okay, damn. But, I feel like the poem is adjusting, and I mean that, with the highest compliments here. She was reading the piece, I was not resting, and it was not flattering as well.
Like, it does not tell you that love is simple, or magical, or destined, like some of the poets on this page. Like, it tells you that, love is, basically, like a balance, like, an act of continuous honesty, that, even most of us are even telling us, in some specific and identifiable ways. But, I did not expect that, very, imagery, because I was just thinking, you know, what that imagery is trying to tell me.
