You’re encrypted,

Avoiding liabilities

As an ancient tale

I think I once knew

An image

From a pilgrimage

Only my phantom eye

Can recognize,

Possibly a butter

For my aching skin,

If not, at least, please,

A trigger for the

Artist’s shivers

’cause you’re engrossed

In vivid ponders

That keep your traps

Sealed while I’m compelled

To reveal the rawest

Arts of me

To you, I concede

The truest parts

Invested in me,

As a kin I once knew,

As a tale I hope

To behoove,

As an experience

I want to happen

Again but in

This lifetime