this happened,

on overwhelming alignment

reality patterned

by the actions of the mind, I lament.

~

is an energy enough detail

to sustain inevitable

outcomes thought to entail

periodic notions of a fable.

~

for I am kidding when I do jest

deep hideous caverns of thought

those I’d rather did not rest

upon my weary mind – I’m fraught

~

close encounters with my nemesis,

the Beezlebub a reckoning

dispirited upon my own oasis

I stand assured while soon I’m drowning.

~

will wonder if I might ever know that decline

an invitation, a packaging of my own whine.