Apocrypha,
in an age of identity
Shifts
the coward into a state of dependency,
Thus
becoming a disciple of anonymuncule’s filth and veil.
For
the nameless little men
Anamnesis
beckons regurgitated fear,
For
he may see the faces surrounding him,
Thus
remembering his own infrahistoria
Visions
of pine
Scintillate
his perversions,
As
anabasis approaches nigh
His
preponderance of though
Travel
murky skies,
Seeking
any causality where,
His
stone shall be composed,
By
anything other than
Amphiboly
