Beyond Place, Wrath, or Tears

Some obsess with being muse;
Observers try to turn observed—
Yet I turned absurd and unable
To mutter a word in coherence.

Thus I immersed myself, absorbed
In truths of timeless transience.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
The message was returned to the sender.

Nowhere your sweet face was near,
And care-less, I did surrender.
Stargazing the heavens I realized
All answers laid in my palms, dormant.

For resisting to renounce illusion
Is to vainly wrestle with faith
That fate turns in one’s favor
To garnish the flavor of decadence.