Threaded Increments

I've crawled from
the clutches of décès
ere primogenial wheeze
released from in utero solitude
a donnybrook exercise
frozen in suspension conciliating
the quarrel amongst
symbiosis and necrosis
a abstraction of
incremental intervals
pondering if I'll get it
right this time.

always painted on
a completed canvas
of esoteric vastness
squeezed from proactive infringements
of indoctrinated chapters of divinity
another brush stroke of pith
to immortalize
my Rembrandt tapestry,

savage lessons maybe a
juxtaposition of entrapment
or as my stubbornness ascertains
it to be,

wisest words dropped
from a atrian nova,

"it is what you make it",

humbly I concur
a swift kick she delivers
with tough amour,

thank you my architectural
elegant lotus pruner,

even I do not fathom
what is fathomable
humility and gullibility
has its perks
jovial depletion for
balanced completion
for what it's worth.

passing through realms
holding onto repleted essence
shall I ingest and commence
this next quest without a second
hesitance of first guess,

blueprint still stirring
bitter swirls of bedlam
stony light brackets encase
a sodomized uniqueness
hardly gifted to mass entities
held sheltered to protect own
neurosis,

assembling a technical hiccup
of push away animosity
a binary singularity
in the duality of eternal psychosis
emblazoned negligence
all to cloak ones
enlightened selfishness,

only to fade into the grey wave
of judge mental greetings

"are you rested,
do you need to dream,
to plot your next course
even though you shall be marred
by monkey wrenches and curveballs
of chaotic charm,

no harm placated only
a delivery of choices."

No, I am ready again ol'
wise conductor.

well, go you must to seethe
and grant yourself abundantly,
your last pugilistic dance to
gain a sliver of amaranthine sustenance.

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