The nestle swoon is uprising. No clarification 

For my lustful dreams.

You were a nemesis of a ghost.  Conflagration all 

Around me. New clarification I would dismount.

But there was never any caloric sanctity. 

We were never anything but tempestuous bones, 

Swirling around with fingertip distribution

Making our way towards irrelevating this 

Lifespan.  The bones of the truth 

Elaborating our weakness. You were the target of me.

Agamemnon terrified.  Splattered against the 

Dark coast of water.  Making your way towards me. 

A tyrannical beast wrapping around warped 

With transgressions.  The platter hue of disbelief

Terrorizing my maniacal mystical sainthood

Recalibrating my darkness with an internal wisp

Of tragic fate.

Living your life aimlessly.  You would not be comfortable

In the menacing discomfort of having to assess the 

Weakness.   Of having to mark down, mark up and

Decadently eliminate from side to side

All of the digestion of internal weakness.

Transforming, trans-manufacturing, all of these ossified 

Terroristic bones.  Building the castle component of the

Towering statue.  The temple tooth to a tooth cup

Gathering all of the side sword transgressions into 

The distressed heart.

There was a great totem pole fascination.  New

Creedence of greed, deep within the caustic

Pattern of the heart eliminating all of the

Talented breath that would have desecrated

You from this lingering wasteland 

Deep within your cruel moments. Your accrued 

Cruel moments.  Directing to stride forward and wisk back 

The spin.  The swirling forward spine of the whale bone

Skeleton tangled deep within the autumn sky

Bloodbath architecture flood of golden ships

The dark night tangential feeling that all of this 

Would never be here to make back these 

Cuneiform insidious mystical moments.

I was wondering what you meant when you said it

I didn’t quite know the words because I do not 

Speak the language you disseminate from the incestuous life within

Not that incest was ever wrong.  But I did not know 

The difference being what you said, and what you meant.

The category of fools.  Never knowing once how to telegraph

Your weakness for me to assess and draw out

Pity for.   Never knowing once how I would have been

Able to make all of these chapters, reverberate and re-innovate.

Perhaps there were remnants that occurred

But I will never see.  Someday I might tag this 

With the breast bone of the targeted and 

Summarily attacked whales breath. 

The lungs are flooding me now.  I may just simply start to rot

And there is nothing that could have changed or altered 

My incestuous beauty heart

Clear out the way.  I am beckoning now without being found

Nestled into these dreams.  And nothing else will ever happen, 

That I have not seen before.  Deep within.  Inside those 

Multiple plateaus of the dark basement of the mind.