And
darkness sheds its shade —
An
immutable décor… of tragedy and ambiance—
Decorates
the stairwells dry… in cautionary tales…
Resembling
attitudes forlorn
An
overzealous laundering—flashing fortnights tourniquet
free—sparkling
stimuli—erecting variety from every creative creed…and unto the misanthropy…we
gaze into the primal clutch…
the
forbearance bred from what’s beneath…
cluttering
the stairwells dream…of unattended phobias…
yet
ignoring…the cadaver’s misaligning gleam…
It’s
in such ambiguity, where forgetfulness casts its hollow net—
displacing
the swoons of nonchalance…unto creatures of behavioral supremacy—arresting all the
audits there…those that comingle, share…where soon, becomes more than a certainty
to come
Of
virtue and vigilance, a valor caged amidst a crystalline
crypt…mesmerizing…blinding still…as (distortion) befriends the whispered air…
where catastrophe drives forth its haunts… those miscreants toting barren
shields…a precursor to one’s unbridled sarcophagus….sealed…slamming shut…the
entombing rhythms to disrupt…the permitting raindrops, their preferential
forgery…staying…etching upon…that which repeals too easily…ceasing timbres
encased sleep… beating out the last…harmonious tracts of minutia’s pattering
recline…
And
darkness shed its shade once more…
To
end their fall…
The
reflection, in Gemini’s sympathetic mirage
To
end their fall…
The
albatross, in empty space, white as day, shackled yet disinteresting
Where
the draper lays his nightstand for the eve…
And
darkness reigns sublime…a superficial aplomb to climb…razor edged in sepia
stain…conjuring the scars parade…rekindling the knotted root…ensnarling clasps
pinching deep…into those crevices we shouldn’t keep…
And
a fragrance of wood…burns…it is of once swift glance of this lost façade…embellishing
all inherent charms of shame…brokerage of tapestries…every inch…but a myth…indicative
of inhibitive indications….a temple of tragic appeal…
Exposed
to a crustaceous arch of mortality…rendering it’s sharp pitch of chord...elongated
dins to steel…bearing but a minimum of shrapnel once sent…out into the outer
depths of perimeter…amongst the salacious personnel…forced sit tied unto
misleading rationale…ne’er permitted the penitence behind
the
truthful décor…within
A
crimson blush is summoning,
Through
interjectional accords…manipulating…manifolds of opiates…devouring the
platitudes…into arrangements apropos
To
such delusional discourse
Seemingly,
such verbiage, ecclesiastical in tone throughout…yet disjointed through the
words of mouth…our secularity…mimetic contrivances…gambols about…a ricochet of
omitted hand-scaled seams…that have…always been
Here,
there and everywhere
Amongst
the howling fay,
beneath
the falling sun
our
preeminence, here
obtains
the thought contained within the
diverted
tongue..
And
behind the shade-less mesh
The
scars, the scars catch… upon the thickets of whispers—no, the whispering
cisterns…enticing our fluidity…even though…the dream has been deciphered
naught…yet always…paving clear arteries…leas reserved for the emptiness we’ve
always known…
And
it is here, as well, where darkness sheds its shade,
For
rapture secures no pleasure toward…a fate encouraged to permeate in manners
scorn…however, one cannot change the motion gathered thus…without the
confrontations you’ve interred deep below…
Persistent
agonies must cede first its postulates…seek reformations…risk deliberate
dishonor…before the shades
may
wither away…
And
pretend…to have disappeared…
as
it is with all things pertaining to flesh…
[temporarily
permanent…]
