Synthasia walked a loose tightrope
between heartbreak and the moon
a thin line between yesterday and today
metered finely in seconds that passed
accumulating into minutes and hours
while counted off in the distant beating
of an old heart too often filled with love
and with a pause in an aching dream

Synthasia knew not what was coming
for she had stumbled upon a row of tears
that she had left behind her on that road
that she had traveled quite infrequent
turning abruptly left into a wanton maze
of lingering regret and desperate anonymity
with curves that defied perpetual motion
and gravity equated to too much ventured

Synthasia viewed the world in chapters
neglecting the reason for being a woman
when the whole world spun in tangents
and reasoning no longer filled the void
between her truth and a vain existence
stepping into the darkness of her being
emerging on the opposite side of heaven
where the crowds are the most expected

Synthasia saw everything except my love
She, too comfortable standing in her shoes
Upon ground once considered sacred
Where not even demons would traverse
She lingered too long in the inversion
That captured the essence of my being
And became ensnared in the invisible
That projected deep into hallowed ground

"We can never give up our dreams...for they are what holds us like the gravity of our souls" - Amor

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