When you first denied slow progress and denial's own grave...
Measley, grounding, malicious , debutant turned to happenstance moderno raves.
Lawless cast the  wicker stones, drachnire, defunct, faceless stares.

I am sequined by rope woven dolls!
You and I remiss from craftwork ...which though flawless...
     cold application stops wings of paper to unfold.
Dashed against mere morsels of civilized epicurean modulation and retentions.
...Hours wait yearly, months wait for monotonous seconds,
  and  yielding is every flawed reflection.
Their reflections of ebb and flow, despite personal benediction
     Truths, our truths...  they shall never show.