A Conscious Disregard

These words supreme to me
parade an effervescence,
      which of the spirit
      trickles over
      begone from reality.

Repressed by pillars,
whilst annealed in hills
that call the mockingjay,
      to seek refuge
      beneath its wings
      of endless comforting.

Ponderous deeds deny me,
from these knolls of earth
and strands of green;
      unfulfilled verses
      expose,

these words supreme to me.