ode to existential homeostasis

i tried to explain

but my brain
took a powder

a clowder of kittens commenced

my tongue they did stay

not a word could escape

and i was thus denied
recompense

for the dolor accrued
solely by the accord
of a vapid world
duly intent

to inflict its grave wrath
on this perilous path

with a virulent vigor
no less

a curse, by all means
self-averse
it would seem

a somatic wrest rightly ensued

knowing not what to do
i bid what i had done

as the sun gaily did
run me through

there, i said
in dismay

at the closing of day

neath a langorous lull
of lament

whence yore languid
i laid

in a pool of malaise

ever moored
to a fate somnolous