filling up conundrum vessels
Or were they exponentially
in clairvoyant mission?
as cut off pendulums
in standoff vacuums
of melancholic monotony
in an unventured space within?
between spontaneous innocence
and indecipherable ticking motives
And, scrapped off immortal skins
rained as papered emery clots
wriggling amoebic in no determination
Clogged breathing basal floors in a landlock
Eyes caught temporal sparkles
studded in rare angular dimensions
only waning off in diabolical nothings
Spatial dunes in shadowy furrows
Spread amongst the live frames
in bled out skeletons
Were ‘they’ traversing
or scapelessly dreaming?
Would ‘they’ be reversing
or infinitely forwarding?
demanded amending tools
Greyed chunks engrossed
Were they flawed..or outwitting expanse
Or ever they were, not mattered enough?