Initium Finis Principii

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Poor but sexy are the believers –
‘Rich’ but hollow, the deceivers.
The truth is unpleasant, elusive –
The lie omnipresent and obtrusive.
Eternal quagmire, this dialectic –
Rendering they who flail apoplectic.
So I, lost in thought on this pier –
Wander land and sea, to disappear.

My soul suffers on through inner need,
Your absence intensifies that flash.
Obscure the darkness of worldly greed,
Sea waves in silence, hear them crash.
The Stoic reminder: dare not to heed,
The false Muses, require her panache.

Dear Fate: assuage eternal frustration,
All Purgatory’s ledges are now scaled.
Dear Fortune: your esoteric lamination,
The future memories of Inferno, impaled.
Dear Muse: hear my Romantic invocation,
The gate of Paradise awaits us, unveiled.

I hear your voice, echoed Zephyr winds –
Purging all fears, washing away the pain.
Magic clouds paint the skies of Firenze,
I feel the teardrops, falling like rain.
Angelic murmurations fly without wings –
All over me, and wherever I may roam.
This sea, whispering sweet somethings,
To comfort me… for I am coming home.