SUBLIME THOUGHTS THEY ENTER MY HEAD
ANYTHING LESS WOULD BRING ME DREAD
THE FOOD I SEEK TO MYSELF I HAVE FED
MY THIRST IS QUENCHED TO THE HIGHEST I AM LED
DESCENT TO ASCENT I THINK UPON MY BED
ALIVE TO PERFORM NOT WHEN I AM DEAD
IF ACTIONS WERE COLOURS TWO PATHS TO ONLY TREAD
YES WOULD BE TO GREEN AND NO WOULD BE TO RED
FROM THE DEEDS OF RED FROM THEM I HAVE FLED
FROM THE SHADES OF GREEN TO DO I HAVE SAID
ECSTASY LIVES AS MY MIND LOOKS AHEAD
ACTS OF SUBLIMITY I SHALL STORE IN MY SHED.
COPYRIGHT 2012 BY ZYDEE
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