Aural pleasures span the
darkest caverns,
Unearthing scenes
dispatched to furthest nooks recessed beyond the transcriptions filtered in
mundane,
Blind to tumults
spawned by inconvenience spared, the watch spins in sternward approbation,
coveting a valance oft ignored, tempering uneven folds with carcasses of lost
oases
Curdled regurgitation
spindles up the larynx cold, smothering voice with misplaced improprieties,
discourse measured in startling degrees—calculations that once seemed so grand,
retrospectively tense at the thought of invisibility shunning predication
Feral codes bewildered
through mismanaged indiscretion, cultured by the harbingers of satiety, wilting
pomades and soft-etchings embedded superficially upon the iris of the third
eye,
Focus has been
condemned
To a hazy
retro-gradated piercing
Born from
unsubstantial illumination,
Built beneath the
corroded buttresses deemed unfit for the staging of this or any other…emptying out
This theatre with
handbills piled at the door.