The Ardent Capsule

There, in the midst, of a dreary state

a pensive onlooker presumes doubt.

Deny his logic, and sabotage thyself.

I am keen to do so,

for when I lie to myself, my senses bring forth fanciful vibrations in my heart.

I'd rather concoct an image of him because I am selfish.

Borrow me strength.

His fortitude is my aspiration.

Betrayal leaves me tender.

Arraign the solicitous thieves.

-Provoked by the infallible land.

He could oversee the straits, and I'll manage the aches from the byproducts.

Situational tendencies do arise-

In sullen faces, the distance grazes swiftly

but ever so.

Amend the scornful tempers

for the union has gone awry.