Heavy syrup and pecans.
Three slightly beaten eggs.
A pie baked in lieu
An attempt to explain
all of the most basic ceremony and
rites of common society which I have naught
Imperfect kindness tempered with ignorance and an introverted nature.
Making myne own misunderstood rituals of Devotion.
Lacking. Paltry offering.
What I hold not in emotional availability, I make up with myne ability to stare at the sky and dream.
Appealing to others until experienced for a longer term.
A mystic certainly understands classical romanticism;
but, of the contemporary meaning of romantic, often feeling inadequate and misunderstood.
Leaving everything on the field whilst appearing like Æ did not come to play the Game at all.
Adrift in timelessness without the ability to connect in the contemporary.
Moving through time backwards to understand at death
the joy that others missed while they experienced
Heavy bursts of ecstasies that leave others lacking It in the in~between.