Love, the true conqueror

Was watching you, g, you think you’re crafty

Wondering what you see – why it’s getting nasty?

The public humiliation hoax
The society gone off course

A box chortles its mad teeth

It’s thrown its laughter, darkly

It’s its own illusion, fuelled from stolen light 

It’s its peoples projection, maze among themselves

Itself – blowing out

So I ask you, can you see –

Light in the distorted image?

An enemy of its state –

A moon reflected on water, in love

Over the water, flying, and forever – could your heart be stronger?

Do you love her nature?

Tells you she loves you – reflections of yourself in upper spheres

You hold my head in feather

G, be a true conqueror if you can be

Climb your ladder, reach me –

Love procession

Then, tell me what you see