VII

I became an expert in topiary, trimming my moods
To apoplectic and serene. There is a psychedelic
Hint of derailed mind in the disinclined woods
Of my despondent, hunting thoughts. Yet, an angelic
Allegiance to sentimental dreams enthuses with obstinacy
This flame within that contours the path of my destiny.

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