A Sauntering Bubble, Refracting Disambiguation

Pondering. 

Pondering the imponderables. 

Rattling the neocortex as does a roller coaster traversing the winding tracks.

Stinging. 

Stinging words grafting third degree distress.

Nullifying all human feeling as does a highly potent opiate analgesic.

Lachrymating. 

Lachrymating bottomless wells in a highly subjective mode of unpleasant awareness.

Defensively triggering a reflex to purge animostic and visceral uneasiness. 

Frantically, to the point of ruthlessness, grasping at objective realities. 

Rising, as does smoke, beyond the mundane. 

In fragile bubble constructs that threaten to expire once tangibly overwhelmed. 

This is our truth, 

Escaping. 

The anatomy of our codependency, suspended between the axiom and the theorem.

Calling upon phenomenology,

Deciphering the strangest of codes, 

Questioning whether it is safest to depend upon empirical evidence. 

I can coddle, 

I can administer an accelerant, 

Contemptuously disregarding the procedural plan.

The very schedule indicating the time and sequence of each operation assigned to our name. 

 

Poisoning.

Poisoning doubts disseminating agents of negation. 

Seemingly depleting, 

Obviously misleading, 

The thoughts that skewer around  in modulated consciousness. 

Here, In the Garden of No Mercy

Reciprocity erased, 

Laying contemplatively in a lush valley of circumspection. 

Deciduous ivy,

Ground creeping, 

Leeching, rather than cultivating. 

No longer your sycophant, I seek the act of purging the malignancy visited upon me. 

Grating layers,

Impregnated in years worth of epidermis.

Hastening in its squirm,

Fashioning tunnels of escape, 

An ophidian sinuously crawling out in whimsical darkness for the taxing breath of abandon. 

Left paralyzed, 

Morosely still,

Convulsions of trauma suspend the irrational. 

Mid-air hangs the balance marking our metaphysical polarities.

As a deficient consciousness inoculates itself with unaffected vendibles, 

I am, but one step closer to the fountainhead of our dependency. 

Substantially parasitic, 

I harbour, I nourish, I shelter you,

The commensal symbiont. 

Incautiously calibrating the long term damage. 

Ruminating your words and wishes, 

The act is violent, 

The experience is horrendously calming. 

Heaving over in consternation, 

I catch my breath, 

I vigorously clutch with each moment a renewed sense of self, 

And watch as the twilight of our essence fades into obscurity. 

This is the point of reckoning, 

This is the moment I repudiate tenancy. 

Here in the garden of no mercy, 

I stand reaffirmed, with tottering feet, and heavy heart.