Live on whims.
swim to swim.
Meaning is a shackle.
The key is your sin.
Power is a delusion.
Paper erodes.
You write a Constitution,
it cannot hold.
The bludgeon you strike-
only dents a dune-
of a desert which gulps your strife
as a boon.
Mortal is a flower;
in love he blooms.
He shrivels with age.
By void: consumed
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ARTWORK:Â Â NO MAN'S LAND by Thierry Chavenon.
*Virtual hug* if anyone is reading :)