Beyond the Physical

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My gyrating craves. Your repartee.

The structure, the wit, the jest

The uncommon, unconventional fondness

I celebrate invariably

They dose me a drug

That deaden the woes.


My arising fancy. Your presence.

The candid face, the illumine eyes

Which give solace to the senses

And sink them in lethargy

I yearn for the fancy to turn feasible

Hitherto! The soul departs the form.


Yet! Of another end

I am distinctly certain

Those cravings and fancy

Enjoy transcendentalism

Towering on the spiritual faculty

Regardless of being bestowed to eyes.