rapture of thought
rapping, tap
these confines of time, forward
march
a lowered arc of
story,
imploring all the more
dreamt,
spent treasure and
resource
renegotiating sentences with some
inexistent warden
performing
due diligence of order, of 
obligation
while
hoping the chaos of benevolence 
to remain, if ever was
being-
the tale, unchanged,
voided
results of trying
exclaiming
disbeliefs, believing and 
bereft
choices made, unwavering in
proprietary ownership,
despite the simplest 
strays
day to day, today, impossible
for there to 
here, 
and audacity enough for further
there
to ever find a place near,
enough, to…
enough of words, and their
limited, addictive and 
wicked
good.
enough of knowledge when
all the glory is in
ignorance.
enough,
will never be the making, 
the stuff, the
ruptured
all yearning upward called,
what,
again?
the state encouraged before
strung
up, and away, unsuitable
for
the fortitude required to
continue
this malevolently inspired
conspiracy,
attempting pardon, of
forgiveness upon the soul that
got us, all
into this.