Corpture XI - Quatorzain!!

Process.

Pragmatic, Dogmatic, Rheumatic, Static.
I fail to get past the aisle at the attic
Assumed and then felt abused
Obscured yet depressed and intrused.

Eyes peer from vivid corners, looking down like there never was, as if i had the choice not to believe they were not but yet i waited to let them shine and cast a spell upon the miseries withing any given floating scion who wished to not, aeons came as time flew by and then i heard the last!!

Ohh!! The romantic chants of the farwaway world, of how his sister cried when he twirled and how they slept when the world, yes, the world, stood!! They made them then , never to be broken again.
Met at close range, point blank, askance, cosmo fanatic, a little static. Wisdom was never a virture for many yet they enqueued, a change to disillusion, themselves, oneself, distance CORPTUREs from the very blatantness of random hardened writings.

Arbit.

Omega puzzled withstood, never did arise a right? Ask of what is left to the dogs, i need a reply before they bark, the walk shall be completed, soon.
Mythic maars and cornerstones that stay put whenever shallow seas come haunting to take away pain and lead destiny the way its said. They don't think of what we asked for and never shall we tell them the same.
Its the same unconsiquential bindness that made all not to say, that made the same devoid, of the very essence of what was needed and of how and what which was required. Sue them for the needs, let them be, let us free.

Madascnet vigils and takeaway symbols, borrowed closets to hid thy secrets and rumoured chances upon which we function, upon whom we lecture.

Haptic sensations,
Numb emotions;
In Abasia, absentia,
Save the telic ablepsia.

Round.

(i ask) Orbit of the earth, why does it get to revolve the sun,
{im told} Its none of my business, none of my concern.

Wait.

A horrid testimony to someone who believed just to be thrown away as agnostic, non comformist, a prayer shall suffice? Till where shall the lame run, till when shall the atheist pray?

recreated charms,
the contact i made;
should i sacrifice,
or must i wait?

Still.

Nubility attracts more the receiver than the follower, to return home disappointed after wasted an effort isn't exactly the whicker. Wroth in wain, hope in vain, shaded figures so majestic, yet remain unexplained.
I see the emit from far away, its not all that is left, i have permits, just the slip of myths to share the cogs of filth.
Ab Urbe Condita, the CORPTURE that lies e zined and lacerated designs, finding words to rhyme , this sunday night. Im sure as never gonna be ever creating the crave that i was the only miscnception you had in my mind, you had in my mind, i had in my mind?
A quota of quintic, emancipation of symmetrics, a formula needs wait, to be invented. Take me by heart, take me by blood, take be something, that me be plastic. The beautiful quertum.
Clepe led me here, the propoganda of sorts that still needs explain, soon i promise, unless i kil myself via pain.

Sonnet.

Actuality,concept,
what the world just needs;
the contact i made,
got to rest in peace.