Portrait

Viewing under behest A fume yawns in the being Amidst an eveish theatre Statures intumesce their mold Unbidden and dithering Longing to be fathomed Abloom with spores A horrible abstraction Let forth in prepense Immuring all reverie From which is illogical, From whence it came, A spiral raining down Of innumerable, unlimnable thread Pendulous ideosphere bound Morphing figment in the cadre, Siphoning the witness To regard, to relent, as to minish here saith For time will begrave moil And will shall bleed upon itself When wrath forsakes us, There is but woe

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 17, 2025