BRAVADO.

As if,it was doomed to implode,
even traces lying in,
all the beginning brightness,
he ,who seen the obscurity,
lying/hovering in that brightness,
brightness emitting passions,
yet passions lacking conformity,
on uneven footing,
neither surrounding/owned consensus,
glances were blank,
yet enough to beguile,
it wasn’t enough to wither,
concerns were concerning,
in that accompanying horizon,
but everything hiding in glare of colors,
despite darkness looming above,
yet though may be to understand,
yet chances even on which side bending,
yet chances betted upon,
For that ultimate