Surrender

If I must exist,
Let it be among the chaotic jumble
Of nebulous haunts; 
descend with me the arduous,
From where the valley,
Its sunken features,
its eye's crystal crescendo
shall suggest a permanence;
let my stories sanctify 
in the midst of forked roads,
where the dubious character's swift escalation
agitates the primitive recluse from isolation.
I’ll freely outline these tantrums with you,
The sweet antithesis of an innocuous sentiment,
Whose words are impressions of reflections improved,
My ghost's gratification must exist
Among the drunkest frenzy of human-kind,
The dwellings of two kindred spirits surrender.