Along the waves of solemn disguises contrived,
This sovereignty & pride leads in mirrored wonder,
For a fair plane requited to own the world by design,
Intent pieces perfectly feasible highs to prey or poison,

Tinier scales of dysmorphia reason to form mighty antidotes,
In wealth that winds toward explicit grasp over a torrential edge,
From lows where both object & observer consume each as itself,
An eon passes in awe of the discomfort loss is born to suffer,

This spontaneous lifeform as wild and infinitely caught up in it,
Stretches atoned as far as the twists & turns tingle along its spine,
Sequestered by belonging to the chain feed in shadows or secrecy,
Helps answer pursuits of any & all else to configure the venom inside,

As oft as it seems, every version becomes a newly distorted replication of the least,
For lack of a source etched through effort along reactions that force could convey,
A dark sky detaches in personal effects tossed along the dead ends that originate,

Make nothing of it, it must always reciprocate.