Fallen

I speak of beauty I do so
under my own control.
The Lord affords words
to release my own soul.

I’m mixed in a vat stuck,
trapped in a closet door.
My need is to escape all
and everything explore.

What is this beauty here
in life or so they try call?
I overflow joy and bliss
to steady a destined fall.

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