box of triumph

when i looked with one eye,

i clashed without essence in eternity

triumph that exceeds the bitter seasons ever seen

our home faces the hollows of this thrilling part

//

mighty men of valour,

cause a wine within our bellies—

there’s a box roaming about the corners of triumph

gather feathers and bless us with a sigh of honey;

that blows across the tablets of our hearts

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we’ve seen enough of the wicked audiences

can we now make the mouth of a filthy one sattle?

recall the exact same beautiful seasons,

without stains of concoctions about them?

/V

let our wombs hold an appointment with a glorious month

an omen shall cause a shake in a sanctum

there shall be a flourish above the abnormal:

stains will be wiped—

with the potency of a little breathe

V

the box of triumph rest within these walls

but our houses are tilted,

to slip into the abyss of those old memories

but we deserve a new period as this;

to sing the heroes within and uplift a year