Beyond
the pangs of province
arrives
a thrall of misanthropy
Existing
microscopic effigies—
built
in shade and made of quartz—
breaking
free of an entombed and cryptic core
A
ravenous incongruity,
interminable
and willfully wrought
deliver anathemas
of a kindred crux
Amongst
the valleys trampled toward
fragments
of misshapen rainbows form
Soldered
in a frost of flight, berated
by
time’s bating of reflective light—an
ever-embracing
mirror's luster dries
this
deadly visage accosts it’s gaze
upon
the severed recognitions it had made—
replete
with every corroded version of the self
ill-conceived
and lacking the stomach to abort
