Jarring Doorjambs

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Ajar, the entry ways

elicit—spur the aching beds

of confessions seen within

The jagged frenzy spawned from staggered rhythms—pattern astringed fables of fates depraved—where the singular act of concealment—hide all our disjointed nightmares and vacancies—in a place reserved for and then burrowed deep within the individuality found apportioned by steps of dance—vagrantly strolling—through   windswept corridors and disheveled halls—

where lost landings rise—and then fall,

unto vantage points sustained in the tunes crafted from the

notes the shivering abandons there and then—

Appalling squalors build—by the bannisters of

Deconstruction, its every essence

filtrates throughout each the unspoken commonalities—

where untethered chains assist the binding spells

procured

Garrisons and sentries

mark the gated sequencing—as

clotted entities plead their mournful songs

unfit for proper speech—and without an inkling of reprieve,

they bleed out in drips that seep, suffocating slow—and all of this finds its reasoning built squarely upon the foundations of echoes cast long before—where through the means of unknown strands, causalities appear, cuff linking you, out and because of the strange heredity that somehow pulses through your frayed and feeble artistry—and this all came to be pronounced, out of your very own predilection toward loyalty and all the renderings one such world view could suggest—where condensation bubbles from

deep within the internally prohibitive valves—locked, forever

upon the distinct flavorings forged by the self-reverential hands of  nepotistic pontification

Brackets are built, succinctly to stop-gap

the harrowing appeals of misaligned and

decentralizing forces—and are brokered solely to quell the flaring

distempers, too oftentimes layered in and by prideful construction—

Calamity, gagged by kerosene soaked tattered cloth—

stuffed deep into the gaping wound ever only offering

festering appeal

Fade for me my darkened dreamscape—as

no longer am I able to collect your escalating

fares—

         What once piqued the disgruntled interests of

a wayward child, has since grown apostrophized in it’s ever

soiling stirs that blend contaminating sediments into

thickening waves, where the necromancy of gelidness broods

afoul—leaving the composition unrecognizable—allotting only scars remain in view—sorted indiscriminately within loosely sealed mason jars that settle too near the shelving’s ledge