Finding

Latched onto the fall-out? Reel from the bite!
Of a real life call-out. I go balls out. Headful of sense
Tight eloquence = delightful relevance
Nightly I dwell in this zone
To keep from sleeping alone
Rest settles in once pyramids cleared seep into the dome
Mud into bricks, building ziggurats
From jiggering chops when I spit
Scrawling loud what I spied upon
Spitting krylon to underline the subtext
Every other time Loki hijacks subjects
Super-and-subtextual, only assholes think they're uncorrectable
Stumble whenever they catch my toll,
Or never been humbled enough to be whole
I hunger for more wonder, roll bolder
Over and under... Spare shit?
Older now I care ever less about blunders
That find me. No blinders so I never mind being me.