It would be brilliant
to not fear
the near
enclosure of my encampment
Captured by the desire
The superior light
that might
come with what I aspire
Tis but not the lovely light of day
that leave me in dismay
or disarray
rather than keeping me at bay
I love thee
that decides what it’d like to be
before I
decide I’d rather be awry
In time
I discover
or for lack of a better word, uncover
my access in lies
loosens my ties
and approaches me with a lie
– J•Broadway