Vocally Cursed

So many elements inspire me for the sanctification
of love.
How can one let go of something so renowned
that it once was they’re revelation.
Own minds competing
in an unceasing situation with no omega.
As comparable to a square with no edges,
how preposterous does that sound?
My feet collide against pavement with no rough edges,
still I manage to stumble over my own steps.
Captivated by love,
could I be in love alone?
My heart as hard as stone for the outside world,
illuminated as no vacancy.
Keeping in touch with irrelevant reality.
Love is without mention,
without description.
My jaw unbroken, with a mouth that is able,
but for vocals to speak of one's such admire
is correlated to blind leading the blind.