Divine Congruity

To circumvent your submissions
I would require a new opportunity
To reach you blazing stark wild
While Sammy tends to his hay
And the world longs for mountains
Adrift in toned dew
Like hazmat suits and scarves
For fasted forests
And adrift airplanes sold
In the dimension of borrowed
Stole, Promethean weddings
Longing for a kiss, intended for your hand
Just like Josh’s maze, so
Without the indecision
She will half strait in the
Subconscious signature
And half turn her back for good