Might

Might.

Certainty of curtained teeth
behind which the lurkers sleep…
Tirade tired tongues leap back into the fray…
Frayed security blankets unraveling away…
Off into the misty blues…
Floating by the drifting clues…
Wading in waters free of those that clutter the banks…
Pride steady when bragging but stutters to thank…
Unsatisfactory… See the factory in it?
What does it manufacture… aside from malefactors in every hand
and eye…
Eyes overflow with tears that turn to venom if unchecked…
I cry now with tears alone
stoic in strength and might
but eyes wring true.
Comma those how you will.
Comatose; deprived of will…
By myself when rooms are filled…
I relent and the spirit is seen and embraced…
Then they can’t reconcile what some say
with the unrehearsed role I play…
Rolled dice scriptless…
Reality ridiculous…
Shaftism… Neo scriptures…
Matrix in mattresses…
Faceless young actresses…
A Geisha’s patronless kiss…
Sa-Roc Rocks and I smile…
Purity plies essential entity elements to full shining.
Catch this in your photoreceptors…
Let it soak into skin…
There is no denying this light brings life.
Unfettered we take flight…
Into the unknown;
The might.

Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion.