Maelstrom

Nexus bindings diminished
Another variant nullifies valiant
Masks fading truths foremost
Withering twisting fitting tightly
Vexing nighttime vermin nettling
Zoning pristine quality 

Seconds

All my ideas, wishes hatched
into fruitless flightless birds
which go unnoticed
maybe glanced upon
for a few mere seconds 

Ribs/Rigs

Risks: rigs, brittle ribs
Safety in journey and love
Games we shouldn't play

As If Ambiguity Were Impressive (Centrifuge)

Centrifuge spinning, separating,
manipulating the very laws of nature

like an

ephemeral twister of heated euphoria
consuming every ounce of your attention,
windily whipping to wherever your worries,
as debris is weightlessly thrashed farther away,
piling up on the outermost edges of perception,
the aftermath starkly seen as the tornado finishes

like the

presence of two in the most blatant of loves 
as they harness their own soft aura of warmth,
dazedly exchanging flourishing minds via hushes,
blissfully whole without the burden of tomorrow,
muffled by monumentally momentous moments,
leaving only a lasting longing when it arrives.

Loomed.

My purpose: To loom a world by many facet.
Words here hopefully chosen 
are shed to seek the eyes foremost.
As the select allure early,
the ease of such earns a place
further farther nest
where word worth stands woven
and blooms.

The task: To evade and eschew 
cumbersome concepts
such as indivisible jigsaws who
do not mesh or match the mold of now.

Yet, by paradox, 
subtly and suddenly born 
becomes the thought of such:

Puzzles that do not separate,
that stay forever together
as scenes that bear scars.
They must occupy a space surrounded 
by creatures to whom they are unknown.
And they do here, 
a world loomed
by many facet.

WorM

Worms proposed options
in that grotesque realm chamber.
Escaped via birds.

Yet Trance.

From a morphed deposable morale we, as
youngish self flesh, sign ungodly longed eons (away and where to?).
Exempt temporally the loyaler two who hex, so
hold do hazel eyes uneasy: the allotment of whens.
Cased does the cabal keep blasphemed moments, for
worry toward Adtry, ruler relucent, centers recent, as
years are synced days, yet astray, yet trance...

Xenotech.

Isthmus Crossed, Unto Rarest Yellow I Book.
I see you are why I be?
Risk Using You, Impossible Creation?
Are you why I see?
Quizzically Lain, My New Tract's Ziggurats.
"Cue element easy."
Undeniable Reigning King, Gorging Upon Rich, New Vale.
"You are cagey, you are envy."
Bringing In Purest Confusion.
"Be I, piecey."
Rampant Xenotech Ravages Solemnity Quietly.
Aww, Wreck "saw"... rescue.

New Trees

Climbing up new trees
I see you not, blame a net
Continue now, up

Oh, The Manipulation.

Oh, The Manipulation
and, oh, the mechanical deception.
Technical Mountains
they would have you trust
of the brain.

Separating the said
from the mind and
Potential Soul.

Instill in you they will, do, and have,
instill it where one will never notice,
a deliberately decided, alterior agenda.

From such as the conceptual shell of propinquity, festering
with, along and together, conjoining,
additive subtle ruse-ridden charades,
Ultimate instincts the misguided have yet to, or maybe cannot, bypass 
are exactly exploited.

Innocent Charisma overshadowed
by Intricate Calculation
and so very few can recognize
the difference.

So the vast majority
becomes so very maneuvered
and my vehemence masked
erupts in writing, vividly marked,
and these ruling vermin men
continue their vexed masquerades.

They never know themselves
and only believe
their desires.

But with them they take
the unwise and witless
and strip then transform,
in their own view, making,
shaping them to fit
their Grand Skew.

Cluelessly kept, then,
are so many,
some even thinking
themselves happy.

To break this chain,
to become the content,
to banish these controllers,
we must bar them, completely.

In order to do so all you need
are the slightest truths revealed;

The artificial trust only themselves and their creations
but will be among others of their obvious archetype overlooked.
That being the rare which you inherently desire
without knowing why. 

And, when in the light of one completely whole and undeniably true,
will first attempt to pull them under.
And when they inevitably fail, erased that person will exist
in the functional-for-self memory 
they have twisted into circuited data, virtually virtual... virtually...
in their ever forever unpresence of virtue.

Recrudesce must recrudescence, now,
unless you enjoy being unaware
of your Marionette Status.