Rightly unraveled

To answer, I am labile and the litany of labels is only security when scrutiny is second best. This examining eye is happy to report a purport of expansion unseen at the seams, forsaken of the mistaken, and indwelling of the indigent of my own. The celebration of desperation is simple release when the direction is within. Yet its counterpart bought nothing but a broken line of communication and an asphyxiation that pushed two into none. The labyrinth of late is a version of the vision not undone by the downward, inside we create a secrete of disbelief and indiscreet imaginations but I love it so, for only to me of me is the desperation a destination of fortitude. Beside you, I seem perfectly unraveled and together we watch and match the which of what that comes together, just You and I. And this I love ever so true. For nothing would the sacrifice be appropriate to give approbation above your unexplainable alliance to me. So this allegiance is not an allegory of unthinking merit but rather a unending pursuit to persuade the sky to fall to the rising ground. When they meet, we meet and my body is embodied as my mind sees it. In a way of a world that works so hard to hold us down, derelict and doomed, I am emblazoned to resist it all.