Mispronounced chaos sways With its ellipsis misplaced And taking away Its own verdict That was left displayed Its own hole Grown From displacement Carrying concrete Like broken shoulder blades Mispronounced Mismatched Deteriorating outcomes Commonplace is then found In its unity Disuniting it all
I don't know well Well enough to find you on your darkest hour Not enough to find comfort in your writhing pain The depths of all your chaos But not the sword that cuts through their inane iron In an envelope that casts a pile of gold I go deep down A curse to make me blind
Your garden was lush with poetic wildflowers yet, darkness swayed its spirit 'neath teeming salt tear hazes, tried to enrich the soil but ground cover was defensive, hardened by winters' of contrary disconnectedness