(S)Categorically frenetic
Suffocating on the brine
Bloated by the expectations of
lunacy
The moon, its vapors
Unveiling premonitions
Ravaging the waking
hours
With the addictions
set in dream
Clarity is boring,
Facetious knowledge
thrusts forward
As if the audience is
nothing but a mass of ignorance
Collected in awe of
your deepest recollections
The truth of emeritus
is the dagger of gold in search of silver
Vanity, a distraction to unparalleled
degree
Ask and you’ll be known as he who
is without
Stare
in silence and the curiosity will devour you
from the inside out.
Striations aligned
Subluxation pared
We are there and here
We alone create our own
definitions of fear
