The rhythmic occurrences wantonly
meet, in complete isolation,
prophesying the jerky arrival of hissing
realities.

Yearning for charmed disbeliefs swarms
around, in utter disgrace, unnerving the
significant desires, trapped in knotty
perspectives.

The rainbows, so glaring in the night,
fabricate the wily avatars they assume,
when the dusk is on the prowl, slyly,
hoping to reach the deniable silhouettes.

Streaming down,
the rhythms assail the enraptured words
surrendering themselves before
an insignificant, innocuous audience.

Audiences, benumbed minds,
their exquisite desires,
achieve the incomprehensibilities of the
befuddling voices, not so rhythmic.

Archives of unvisited consequences
engrave the tender disenchantments
flowing relentlessly from the replica
of shadowy glimpses, dark and blurred.

Virtuous dichotomies wobble round
the worries across the whole
mind, ragged mind, devoid of all the
sensitivities of the tired heart.

Inert immoralities, their scary
eyes, half-open and half-closed,
restlessly continuing in foggy
darkness to search untruthful rhythms.

Masking the tense symbols of hard
emotions beneath the creamy veneer
mythic tales abound in, the rhythms,
nevertheless, go astray, for a while.

Selfless conjunctions torpedo the rhythms,
spreading their roots, deep-roots
into the sagacious
incapacitations of we human beings.

Fathomable horizons, at times, besmirch
the hallowed designs where we feel assured
of the failures of unseen rhythms,
completing the life cycle.