Gravitas in Sundom

The crust of meaning
Is easy to fudge
Rearrange content on a page
To make it sound intelligent
Beguiling, Seductive
And maybe even true

Quell the rise?
It cannot be
Walking in dynamic circles
Changes the way
You believe
In everything

And each line
Precedes the next
With no backward
Or forward look

You cannot plan it all
You cannot sketch the design
In the sky
It's too big

And No.

Your determination precludes acknowledgement
of Form

Design is only a fabric for connections
You intuit your way
In the dark
Especially here and now

Hold.
Don't override the rhythm
Your dull cold heart
Thudding along
In boring finality

The 'Its all known'
Schtick
Need not keep you down

Will take more than just
Knowledge to renew
The Freshness

Forsaking knowing is an option
But you inevitably
End up being more foolish
Than sane

Then there is the thrill
Then there is the addiction
to The Thrill

Everything must be this way
Said an old crooner
Floating down the mists of time

Aah wordsmith divine
I long to feel the contours
Of your voice
Again

Crushed into Skin
Ground into bones
You can eat the culture
And deny you

Gravitas
Shavitas
I hate these stinky formulations

Dark evil corner
The frame of good and evil
A good bet for piercing
Clarity

Time
To defibrillate
Dying hearts
Chip away
At crustacean
Sloth
Rumble the heavy breathing
Into feathered wisps
To return to Sundom.