Matte plains of insolence-
Adjacent and brimming with intersects due intrusion.
Paper coats for pseudo-gilding walls of the indignant, bounded
Within shutters of the micro-psyche, a crescent glimpse
confounded.
Saccades ‘cross wide-eyes of a mass sentience robbed of
lustrous affect and
Skimming the oaken barrel for old-fashioned prosody, partial
to parched tap.
Cloven relics of nature’s wake left a prosaic aftertaste;
An ardent clambering up stiles of hoarfrost in haste
To a coniferous crown promising in sultry of a soul sinewed-
Fault the dream-laden bough’s retreating girth ‘neath a
goldcrest’s brood.
Harrowing mind-body schism for rivulets streaming of quantum
uncertainties.
Droves from sub-retention atomically ricochet among corners
of these cortices,
The mind less traveled adorned in web and coffee-tinged de
trop morbidities.
Stop, ye, for my focal idolatry is pained but pure; for
ransom my replete memory.
-J.H.
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