For Your Words: An Ode

Thanks for making this fool see himself now, being able to see even the subcutaneous level so futile, messily simple no matter how wholeheartedly honest, the best policy infantile. Yeah, such isn't an easy sentiment but now proved to hold and manifest so like a hypnotized soul's desperately defiant gestures against one's core rights monopolized thus. Then, why not, not to feel stark foolish and pathetic--so huge the illusion, the betrayal one's abstraction imposes like a grave brainwash: So, then, what to hold on?

Thanks for letting go into this self-mirroring retreat, the images so naive like mimicking back saying, "How poor you're!" Yeah, it's true.

A protean mind hard can be once fallen that deep. But to survive is pave way for it, to tickle the hibernated genius aloof. Now, I am for it. Thanks for pointing me to the blurring signboard! I peer down hard and find myself not completely blind. Thanks!

This growing conviction is almost proving valid:  Fated thou art for being unqualified this poor; it remains alien for thou! I do confess thus.Thanks for this timely revelation! Thanks again!