Vessels of various shapes and sizes
Tassels that stream
Surrounding the mind's vessel
In a body of hopes and dreams
If you don't like the corporeal
Then you travel in one of essence
As the mind's eye wanders
Hope is obsequisly incessant
A tattered heart is not apparent
To a tudor's quest
To make one's love individual
It must pass every distress
To mesh a heart is to mend a vessel
Vassal to love's forlorn ordering
Even a vehicle of dismay
May adhere to rougher cornering
A ruffian is but obsessed with primitive pretense
The body being the vehicle for the mind
With one who understands it's sixth sense
And beliegures ones of meekness
As the meek are justifiable
The weak cannot continue
Please try not to blame their hearts as vessels
As they may seek a body as another venue.
J.P.S.
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