To Accede into my own Desires by Lucy J.
Of this night’s eye or insanity that was dissevered, a divine satire loomed of an Iliad one day that was deemed as dithyrambic.
I cannot understand for it was bestowed through an access,
It sojourned amid passing, in dismay of the dynamic, it will dissolve of my dismissal;
I clasped my hands together, fingers overlapping, though I was not praying;
Acceding into my own desires, abased I feel now.
This wish was not avowed.
A little sight whisked away;
An ultimate desire for it to be granted—
And the piece of darkness that found solace—
Was then asunder.