newphemystic grain

essentialistic wordings fade into a bleak prelife
where swaying slivers may appear to grow apart
what mind is left to integrate to just survive
the damaged progress of scientific art

euphemistic choirs blame moot attitudes and all
that's framed by cosmic stains and so blanked out
beyond such possibilities that we recall
into a mystic selfmess no one knows about

life's a cryptically respelled doubt
part-reflection of a bleached out drive
all in contrast forced to shape a fallout
– ending within its fateful start