Sparkling reflections of crystalline
Flickering haphazardly in altered minds
Shudders of aspic leaving bitter tastes
That manifest from hateful words once spake
From those in servitude who never wake
And who live and die leaving no trace
Harsh it may seem to verbalise aloud
But the moment we strive to stand out from the crowd
We free ourselves from the manacles
That tie and bind our physical and spiritual beings
Yet when we seek the divine we existentialise
Our thoughts tangentially we posit frequently to revise
But here’s my theory on living life
Do what feels good and right
No big philosophies are required here
No reason to inspire or instill fear
It’s obvious and so crystalline clear
That if we root ourselves in love we find we become near
To the nearest complete being and soul that we aspire to
And to who we hold dear.
fauxcroft 
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