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
