Insomuch that I
-nearly almost
evermore-
capitulate
obdurate beliefs
Conceding there can't be
-exceeding the psyche-
comprisals so fraught with deceit...
That I would deem hope
-puerile
imbecilic-
one might posit
my corollary feat
Nonetheless abrogating
its illations
I perceive
-tucked away deep in doubt-
Something sweet
