Rattling Your Cage

              
The dispersed energy at the outer core of your disposable omnipresence
left a hollow void of concentric microcosms twittering on the edge
of a rehearsal reversal of inclination as they hovered in matter limbo on
the preordained metaphysical oblong position and thus combined
with a potent inertia exerted by the stupendous galactic viola ensured a near
total obliteration of your vacuous innuendo

With all this going on it was understandable that your
former beloved affliction got side railed into obscurity
and left bedazzled by the eyebrows of oblivious consent
and that it produced a polished psychosomatic imprint not
easily obfuscated in light of the ever intensifying substance
reaction in your inner ear, my friend

So it was with much aplomb and little regret
that you found yourself charitably chastised
by that which you once discarded as illogical
entertainment reserved for the seasonally wicked
congregations of flooded Altus and you began
to realize that this new beginning was akin
to the long forgotten feeling on the tip of your tongue,
the one you had always avoided until now
that you were forced into it's near vicinity
by your own obtrusive conundrum
and thus the aim became clear,
became downright synonymous
with your former idiosyncratic despair
The balance hung in the meaning,
the cosmic wind rattled your cage
And there was much rejoicing