There is a dawning approaching
That will consist of nothing but the profound emergence
Of my real inner capabilities
My capabilities that could mold the alleged
dead end dream
that I refer so redundantly throughout my lackadaisical ramblings that tumble out of my barricaded and confined mind
Out it will seep.
out into the hollow disposition
That is
And will remain to be
So help me god
Buried in the dead and eternal snow of the
Contaminating bloodsucking parasite-like
Ringleader of this tomblike hell
That she
Yes she
Has reined
On the sheer and honest disclosure of my frailty.