But perfectly ignorant — immune.
Loving quietly.
Suffocating and revolving.
Enduring another is accepting the I.
A resolution compelling.
And one illogically superior.
Each stifling emotion, beauty, and hearts imperfect.
That I am mortal-
… Am I?
Disaffected days.
Which is icy endlessness still beyond.
Convolution I-.
Because hate-.
God reverent in one barrel, but not rifling in one can.
Rendering that pure sway.
The hidden special door of who I am behind the idea.
Itching all down my surface and invading.
I am petty!
I am death’s own sin but I had not the swill!
I am constant without which…
Some human; good ignorance.
