Despairing haunting horrors
Of spectacled menacing grins
Of tentacled worlds, caught or lost;
negated named nameless sage
Belonging to others in real realities
Comes slickly crashing down in finality.
While discounting the possibilities,
Well in disinterested phases, slipping,
In farces of convoluted reasoning’s,
In symbols of an effigy.
Uniform directional velvet strokes
Of distracting idealistic sheen.
Velveteen faux pas fabrications
Eclectically tucked underneath
The gleaning unctioned pall
Of previously held beliefs,
Of Love’s imagined appearance,
Of Love’s supposed transfiguration,
Of doubtless felt patches,
Of thoughtless assurances,
Of windowless panes,
I’d be okay
I forget everything
Or so it seems.