Keep on eluding capture,
Carrying on in that mischievous pixie way.
One of these days passion will outrun reason,
Subsequently cornering you for good.
These marathon trials are slinking towards an end,
We’ll meet finally after this long-weathered tempest.
Perhaps you’ve felt it as well,
That aching in your soul that speaks incompletion.
Hurtling towards the median Delphi world center,
We’ll collide in the torrent of all we’ve repressed;
Unleashing the deluge of our passion
Loud enough to make the thunder quail .
We’re teetering the edge of temporality,
Walking the blade’s edge of oblivion,
Either swaying ledge, our evanescent fairytale ending;
Rending our primalest natures enough to stop time.
You’ve thwarted the truth with flouting lies,
Denial so acute its tattooed your soul.
This moment is acquiescence,
These legs have given out on running for you—
about face
White flag’s waving the hide-n-seek defeat,
Nothing left to find except the verdict inside.
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