this cyclical sickness
forsakes any semblance
of hope
for subsistence
and futures complicit
in fluctuance flailing
failure never failing
and yet
somehow
i
must refuse
to resign
this cyclical sickness
forsakes any semblance
of hope
for subsistence
and futures complicit
in fluctuance flailing
failure never failing
and yet
somehow
i
must refuse
to resign
stranded
between the contrast
defining the moon
a face
e’er blazoned
to man
dark
and unseen
vibrant
and garish
either
is not
what it seems
ceaselessly
caught between
two worlds of wonder
one of which
i revel
in a beauty
yet untold
watching it unfold
in muted ponder
another
so disheveled
that i shudder
to behold
ruthlessly
comprised
of pealing thunder
underneath
the undulation
lies a plundered soul
pandering
the plight
of its condition
haunted
by the light
ever lingering
on yonder
longing
for an answer
to it all
a polar
divide
e’er pervades
this wavering visage
of sinuous veil
the restive wrath
of breathlessness
whispering
frailty
the freeing influx
of fire’s adorning
roaring
with impassioned plea
and sordid rationale
a brashness
pent
with lunar ashes
but sooner
harken voices
with wretched dissonance
squandering
madness
freefalling
in monochromatic
disparity
distant reflections
sentenced
to toil the time
where heart’s
divergent dwell
the wells of hybris
beget weeping stone
by the lurching
of earth’s tormented
breeze
release me
to discordance