Pariah

     All art in heaven, may the sketch of a promise be a sonnet's constellation woven as a nebula of weight relieved as the mechanism of nurture meant to imprison the bones of humanity gives way to compassion infused virtue, this is nature.

    Vagabond derelict of my own imagination, a requiem of the worst next moment possible a constant thought, provoking a process of a cursed confidence, set on cryostasis against an aimless self vengeance forever lost within the conduit of an internal self decrepit saga monologue gone rogue, breaking down any threat of courage.

In earnest anticipation of,