I Prefer Not To.
Come the idle hour of midnight
Shadows rise into the hollow
Beckoning the toilsome plight
To reckon through the isle in wallow
Seas succumb to fate’s abandon
Churning brisk aberrant tides
Writhing in our indignation
Spindly wraiths with spiraling eyes
Ashen petals land subduing
Withered hopes of exaltation
Bleak as truth doth summon rue
Pray our embrace bequeath salvation
each thought, a breath
of restless air
daring to breach realms consequent
separating sound
from silence
bound by ego’s blight
and sleights inferred
surrounding every word
that wanders
out of sight
out of mind
and wayward hope
for rote concurrence
time resigns
to dust
in blustery skies
for gone, is all reason
and life bleeds heavenly
with laughter
no longer
looms lingering night
where lovers
once lived
‘neath the shadow’s reprise
i should probably bathe
but here I sit
i should probably eat something
but here I sit
i should probably shave
but here I sit
i should probably go to work
but here I sit
i should probably tend to my ablutions
but here I sit
i should probably get out of bed
but here I sit
i should probably live…
truth
as lies have witnessed
blares like wintry vertex
so clear
and yet, so muted
irrefutable
yet moot
the brute hand of ignorance
stands ruthless beyond compare
e’er bearing down
impressing its mark
from tears
to creeping fears of darkness
but none dare hearken
to such a perilous plight
a sight so present
as stark as night
amid a midnight snowfall
where banished mem’ries
fill the earth
as fast as fractals
feel dirt this parched
a consequence of convenience
and cavalier cheeks
turned in rows
but even roses unseen
flourish
as time will
surely have its way
what eyes behold
belie the boldest truths
lying perished
forever lost
to fallen snow
amid the autumn embrace
of this fated fantasy
i stumbled to awaken
in the outskirts of a dream
with every lucid moment
pigments rich from painted past
voices, faces, feelings
more familiar than the last
my every thought, mistaken
by the vacant world i’d known
shone forged in the foundation
of this humble hearth i roamed
the kindness deemed as weakness
preyed upon in days of yore
now flourished as the impetus
to spur the heart’s implore
the essence of my exile
was found precious deep within
the radiance that beamed from smiles
and hearts of honest friends
the endless hours of anguish
seemed to vanish in the void
of resonant romanticism
emanating joy
though not remiss to disregard
the suffering imbued
upon the weary countenance
of every life accrued
such love was seen ensconcing
from the onset of the eve
that ever shall remain inside
again ’til i am freed
so if i may display in earnest
gratitude sincere
the difference each of you has made
in ways beyond compare
for all my years i was bereft
of those who shared my world
now every time a tear is shed
it greets the earth impearled
to know the sun
as one
through undulance
of torrid rapt
sinuous striations
will bathe the faceless faith
in blazing pools of light’s decay
to sway into the soiree
where we swore
dying embrace
to flee
the serpent’s tongue of twain
ascending rungs
to dire reunion
volatile like titian rain
could pierce the earthen aegis
the exigence of genesis rages
this blissed assimilation
drips salted seas of sweltering cries
when comes the day
where open paths show broken sky
falling asunder
into the sun
with breathless freedom
and purpose found
of all notions deemed outlandish
it seems the credence in our own emotivity
worn upon sleeves of sloe
bereaves its own existence
like a pestilent disease
whence indoctrination grasps virgin mind
malleable and vitiable
to vitriol of vicious avail
vanquishing our most vital faculty
of perspicacity in the periods most poignant
for psychological development
during the flash of formative
efficaciousness so crucial
for the fostering of bonds
not bound by affectations
nor forged by fear of failure’s wrath
through the ever waning window
of erstwhile potential
suspending our biological propensity for sapience
spiraling into speciesism
and sexism based disparities
of such expansive proportion
as to encompass every aspect
of our species
spurring spurious peroration
proposed by patriarchal pathologies
of impudent poise
Max, or Not 
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