Beast Nor Beauty

In this garden‘s space for every fruit of this garden’s maker’s seed. Though within this space, a place for a thing, beast fail to defile. be the reason because of compassion, or lack of will toward the act of plundering your beauty. Within the space, only negated opportunity to imagine a thing of bliss and delight. For that beauty I don’t dare garrison our sanctuary for the selfish want of  this world ‘s beneficial decor. From mine hand flow not your essence because I’ll never subject seed not of my own to the thing compelling me. That deed‘s a deed for things in need of undaunted reward. Place thee, yourself hither to allow dreams  intended of dreamers. As fruit coveted not, beast nor beauty deserve space for withering. If never thou wither, our want’s a thing everlasting. Though thou dismissed my intent a thing willed to minds of the forgetful. Deed and misdeed’s an act of actors. For being a contradiction to discourse your space remains for your occupancy. Because in the eye of the beholder, I’m observed sinner and not accused of defilement.

In my garden thou shall find pleasantries as only liberated desire lead thee. For confession we exist between love and hate, did, did not, is, is not, dead, living, and undying inhabitants. If, and when you see your face here, believe believer’s opened the gate beckoning not. believe you self-indulgence.  For unity restrain beauty and beast by the vine of one accord. For beauty, beast ravages our inhibition’s sanctity. For beast, beauty need not anything from savage retribution. Though we’re yet outside the gate of resolution.  If I imagine another thing and discover myself without my own imaginings, let me stand as a marauder of the maker’s garden. For that beauty I imagined, but for the beast the marauder invaded.

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