if woe were me

I self-deprecate

to the point of negation

across all dimensions

beyond space and time

deferring to other’s desired projections

toward futile endeavors

I am not inclined

for I am entwined in objective analysis

however circuitous though it may be

endlessly fraught with a self-wrought paralysis

in the morass of vast obliquities

forever beholden

to untold afflictions

depicting the forgone conclusions

yet known

the cyclical scripts

playing out sempiternally

If woe were me

it would never had shown