Havens Or Haunts?

...And no longer bores sweat
All but pouring from pores
Weeping in throes of fears
Unbidden to distill in tears
(These are things I've kept near...)

Thereby forged are byways
Of covered concealed tunnels
Hallways and hideaways
Awash in strange and timeless echoes
Swarthy silence to ensconce
My shuddering displays in arms
Welded rightly to encase me

Flighting away tight nights
Set like quartz
Quaking in a pewter world
Chilled in tones
Raw rejection biting
Biting...
Signs into my bone
By those who like it so

...And forsakingly some
Defer to decaying
Congealed
Concrete towers
And to bubbling on briskly
Over yet another enterprise
Vanquishment
A repetition
A vicarial coup
Driving snowfall over many - by few

So lit is this...
My ambient underpass
Homed in ivy irenic
And organic breathing things
In synchronal spring
The singing peace
A hymn in pieces
Bends slender sprigs
To lace upward
In armor of arbor screens
The thermal thicket sanctions me