Desire research: What control do you hold over control?

 Written on a humid summer night of 90% dissatisfaction

22:09

23/09/21

Thursday, almost a full moon, illuminating under thick clouds  

@a bed of a stomach aching potato 

Dear world,

What better thirst can sovereignty be,

for want and restraint to coexist thee?

To flee its home of solace impulses,

as arrogance floats on sinking ripples.

Autumn, dear, what power can cold drift bring,

sleeping, in narrow hall of iced reason?

Souls come and go, the world is a mere treason.

Timeless breath, run well before you’re prisoned.

there, where rushing scarlet river, is streamed.

Where, pumps of freedom dash in space of veins,

and daisies spring in concrete starry reins.

Beginnings paint stories of mighty tells,

yet untouched, beauty, is in oyster shells,

Deep in unheard waters, lives one blissed pearl.

Sincerely,

An aging desire