Yet to Overcome

A trait once over bestowed, now stands deceived under the willow

The air albeit sweet, sticks self-inflicted with doubt

Yet until grace grievously shows promising trust, a death relived inside each giant shall never again be put to rest. A giant being a bringer of personal source, to inspire and destroy falsified dealings of the mind, he may also lay the seed for poetic dissonance amongst peering widows

How sorrowfully nostalgic are the means of history presented to the facetious author of self-portrayed creationism.

Existential yet divine hold the tongue of the 21st innocence. Amongst papyrus and rye the human condition lingers until insanity, some hold wisdom. Most vanity.

In order to grow, ones past must yet flower bright yet sour in a humane manner

And so in short and to lack, metaphorically. The future holds breath just as now, historically.