An Erected Roundabout Realising Poem by Leon Moon

Breath, the veil of innocence
- Your eternal protection
Intending reflection, reaching back,
Only you can ever know that.

Intention, our cradle
- The only transfixion
Becoming contemplation, seeing forward,
Lonely erected as the ever lasting state.

Revelation, crafting sense
- You're only deflection
Realising hesitation, forces, saviours,
Lastly you shut back down for fate.

Joking as the genesis of memory
- Sinking sideways restriction
Breaking resistance, taming continuance,
Solely at the end of the will to create.

Breathing innocence,
— A joke for the genesis of memory