don't worry about it for now-

Sorrow strewn-
blazing forever in a cut across the night
unbidden
racing like for...ever
fickle scars of skin pricked rage
suppressed in smooth odes of lust
Fight me now,
raise the unending expanse that masks exits
slippery reveal
the masks of our own
Sweet stench- the sickly flow staunched
by fear fading
swept
in impossible currant-stained
current, carrying the means in molten slicks
twisting scorched rivers of iced ichor
searing the way, belying the true strength
of what is
given
here it is
again that it must play out
surviving surely on what is known
Silent sinking-
below impenetrable depths unabashedly concealing
concrete gold
sudden corned alchemy
screams cry cutting through the atmosphere howling
betraying frustrating failures
revealing nothing but
albus
pure and blank
binging on desperation
devoid of all understanding
unyielding, jeering new slang
Spoken swell
chasing speckled shade transformed as a faun
changing into solid smooth charring overtaking what once was
yet will still be
amalgamation of before and now and will
grieve the loss of certainty
a greater pain
than to know what was never had
the half wish breeding
expounding transparently
useless pointless
inviting silver-tongued speech
forced through cruelly empty cochlea
a casualty of comprehension
ponder the impossible
profound blindness in
ironic iconoclasm