i hear my words encrypt my thoughts
as deftly as they soon appear
layered attempts to obfuscate
the discourse of my mind’s duress
neatly tucked in wisps of whimsy
affectations strung like beads
set upon a single strand
bearing down with every breath
poring over my life’s learnings
laboriously languishing
in search of vainglorious displays
to shield me from such stark reflection
these notions superficialized
trivialize my truths
for all that i require to say
stripped of grandiloquence
is infinite in its simplicity
and speaks loud as the sun
articulates the ineffable
understood by heart alone
my words have failed me once again
by succeeding to obscure conation
poignancy as parody on parade
in pandered prose most profuse
Max, or Not 