“wonders beyond the fabric”

I can’t continue to be afraid of submission to articulate my deepest proverb

Be forgotten by free will, or

Cascade through perspectives that unfortunately like to parade the pretenses, that I bluntly heard

Try putting your pride in the pot, as the skin that is touched begins to burn

With every breath, should the image you uphold be strong and dormant?

How often can one be so sure

I’m thinking above all angles

You angel, you have the mind for it 

Patient in the absence of those feelings that make you feel absent from our obstruction

Measured beyond your superstition, so how can one improvise and afford it?

There’s ego hidden beneath your eyes, I’m sure of it

To conquer and become feared, that’s never the route I tried to maintain

A gentle comforter, embraced by the titles you proclaim

I often dream about the other rooms within this palace

Other times, I wonder if you ever do the same