I am... a visionary

I tailor words

   They slip

They slide

Into an ABYSS.

I am... hopeful

But,

my delirious paradise

Could use chocolate.

Some beauty to

   murmur

                urge

celebrate when it was lunch.

Though, if I say, speak across

ELABORATE in vision

Smooth words need power.

They slip behind.

I will not slip behind a tangle of words.

Spiraling down into an ABYSS.

I am...more than a conquerer.

My words are power.