this fellow stuck
with,
keeper of secrets, of
shame,
ignorant of better narration
to endorse
the worst,
that nemesis nestled neurologically
inside
all.
the.
time.
in moments unwound,
ever winding
claims weary woes and
wincing
at contrived bouts of
benevolence,
an entity, from which, there is
no hiding.

yet,
only a portion of the
sentience,
the rest,
all tests prove fortitude,
again,
and again, and…
in all those varying
exponentials, 
empathetic, even to occasional
fault,
still never lessened,
this balance, ever correcting
as kinetic inputs and
outs
even under pressures, renowned
and 
quasi-catclysmic,
broken, never,
only ever bent.