Friendship as a priceless jewel, not the corresponding
Sequel to a mental picture only breeds naked stricture.
As tough as the mining is, so is the finding.
The richness in quality only found through deep excavations,
The absence of meaning eminent, as lack of depth is evident.
From the moment of ‘Hello’ an aesthete is in form either to be or know.
I jump in head first, as if it is undeniable thirst,
either now or never as I beat my chest and
took a massive plunge into this hole,
as he takes a step back.
He perceives a novice and he knows this, being cognizant
while heaving my quest with Utter affluence.
Innumerable sessions have gone by in months, as I learn
the lack of finance plants the urge not to be sick,
a chance for him not to be weak as he stands as the ‘man’.
My hopeless desire feels like it is burning on fire, wondering what I am.
Fuelled by my acclamation he lives his emancipation as Titanium,
eager to buttress this philosophy without an Iota of doubt.
A moment without it, does not exist, there is no life I proclaim,
while I itch thoroughly. Not long after, I grunt heavily in pain,
as I witnessed fear dancing around in his eyes wide open.
I winced, feeling queasy as he retorted, the dawn of reality.
The grim reaper eventually has his way this time unfortunately.
He ponders why, it is too late, his fate. Filling up space and time,
with more space and time giving birth to vast nothingness.
He is genuflecting with the awe of shame to the deceased folks,
Posing as purgatory. The unfulfilled desire to be patient is overwhelming
to bear. All would be fair and clear, if only we take time to sacrifice
and live without fear of stricture, we would build structures in
no time, to furniture. This jewel of many coats, the most exhilarating double
entendre man can know.