Will

Will

I hover within
trance pockets
of interlocking
nightmare lockets,

inside of subconscious
outwardly shining
from shadows of innocuous,

colliding with sideway
cinereal yesterday's
down rise of upsized
digging anon's shady grave,

hammered in the marrow
of sacrificial victory,

collapse rectangularly
in the radius of a
spherical wooden demise,

discharging high
electrode pyramids
from a low voltage
triangular prism,

don't you want
to come in
and feast on my tort
sodomize my merit,

too re-establish
the self-marvel
of your flown infancy
mort mantra carnivals,

stare through
wax encrusted reticals
ping pops of
rubber band slingshots

banished king
of a pyrrhic nation
blasphemy you spit
like auric sanitation,

as I wither
into surliness
a poetic warrior
of self-pestilence,

your doormat
of trepidation
sanctimonious infernal
incarceration,

hard on I
so you may shine
rise my sparrows
bequeath loquacious harmony
become unknown hero's,

through you I seethe
to every unborn entity
constant wave of
recycled clemency,

every deep kink you think
inside I stroke the twinkle
given you my pith
now go disperse
amongst the winds,

concurrent I'm forevermore
humbly adored I implore
ingest this pill of goodwill
my nation of symmetrical quills.

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