Rebellion

Desire sits at the front of the cortex

Fragrances waft deliciously from memories

Unsettling the steady

Dreams lie in the banks and coffers of hope

Reality smashing itself against fantasy like glass upon stone

Hope becomes hopeless

Desire refuses to look upon the desired

Love is merited as the utmost impossible by scholars and judges who cast it aside as nonsense and dribble

Love still refuses the bars and restraints of impossibility, hopelessness and judgement

Love beats its drums calling the reckless

Calling for Rebellion

Casting aside the shackles of scholars and judges

It’s greatness found in the ridiculous

Rules set aside

Love settles itself down like a cat before a fire

And moth before a flame

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