Deeper from within, even colder still, austerity of the occasion alone paints pitch black in passing,
Frozen, versatile festerings of an elated moment wasted not long ago seems all too tainted, is set free,
In momentous disregard found beneath the stones of a kingdom lost, as everyone suffers through equally,

Abstract zones of quiet display, of which many versions seem overwhelmed by the love for a hatred quenched,
Never quite given a face or shape to what hatred truly is, trivialized as the ingrained task of breathing asleep,
Ever vexing & kept fixated on errors to isolate a piece of the prize that’s meant to be conquered in essence,

Keeps this threshold never crossed, even against the odds aligned, its relentless use aids only to amplify,
As the inclinations to circumvent, converge to raise its stakes through for new heights of satisfaction or distaste,
I believe, left to perfect views of an equation otherwise left sundered by its reality aimlessly bent on breaking even.