neo-atopy

My Neo-Atopy  is the sensation of new, of fantastic
Once it is forbidden to diffuse,
Even through the seven’s that
hearts,
consequently,
cannot know.
The ”trueblessedness” in which I got myself in conflict.
Yet I try to look through adequate affections,
so they don’t share the reality as I wish they were supposed to.

It’s heavenly to be lost, neither Eliseous nor Dantesque reality movement.
To fight against the unsaid and undone,
Perhaps… Unfelt.

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