one.

ominous
are what seem to be the vilest
of these loud
preoccupying messages
mentally fluctuating

i failed somewhere
and yet i forgot what it was
to fulfill
satisfy an urge that unravels
beauty and metaphysical..
like dreaming only to sleep
that somewhere in silence
for the less of the aged
gangrene is medicine

once upon a time
boredom blessed me a great gift
and her sanctity so sacred of a friend
(yet inversely)
despair birthed maturation,
that calling it names as such:
"incompetence", "solitude"
or "routine"..
sweetens the height of phenomena

the changes
simulate black lights
that once upon a time
is an ending for one
not to foresee
but be spiritually abjure

i am welcomed with its warmth.