analogy of a wiser time

near oblivion twice over

drawn towards perfection

running from instability

ever weary and always

wanting to reach Utopia

pulling upwards towards

any sort of leniency

through bent prophecies

rich with condemnation

ill with contemptuous

crackling laughter and

killing every precious breath

keeping boundaries out of reach

under heaving torturous

lamentation and sudden

lapses of momentary isolation

mirroring what

already was apparent

nevermind what was.