12*4 Hours‘ Curse and Course 002

So when mellifluous, crooned spiel has brought 

The dew in your moody innocent looks.

Was myself as blind as those overlooked

One‘s opal? Confused by my dreary limbs

Profused stray nuggets, diary and logs

Of packed cargo, those who I was among.

Denying stroke and thus I flow inside

This trance of narrative and expletive

When indignant plethora overblows;

When fathomed not my fume but opaque fogs 

Throughout the incessant rummage around 

And along the heart-broken carousel.

Or every dot behind every letter

Every word and every sentence results

From whale without my will?

Then their vanishing visage ends vainly

In freedom, despite nowhere could have gone.

Then their ephemeral essence visits

by ravenousness, charging me to quote.

Then delve in, to retrace and to remain

The bum resentment and refreshing role.

As genies annoyed me once not enough

And foregone accuse, like facets of me

Caressed and cocooned. Decomposed boulder.

Left only finicky physique and phobes,

In phones and somnolence.