the anticipation din
of
humdrum
would be otherwise, if
choice 
to antagonize
were not prevalent in
totality,
the set identity with
some other,
a construct of
ferocity,
of honesty, 
of being what is meant
what
is set by
self-contrived 
certainty,
all earth worn born for
otherworldly,
all stoic and
surly,
unfurled for
revelations,
of shy sensations shouted 
bold,
chaotically,
so positively fallible 
and
challenging realities 
unfit
yet, lit green
as
standard operating 
procedure.

cast the masks crafted, aside,
for stints 
unworthy.

or,
so sings, 
a failed writer of
fiction.