And what of this non-descript transparency?
What of your non-conformist script discrepancy?
Illusion swept, though ill-equipped
Tell me the why, the what, the how, the motivation inherent
Toward the directive derelict of which you speak,
Lest I might venture forth without you
To tolerate your quips and quivers absent.
Endure a slight ponderance belonging
To a naive transmitter such as I
Who does not seek to tarry longer
On the whimsical natures setttled ‘tween
Do or Die.

Alive and lively you taunt me.
Sacred not the sullen streams of dormant despair.
Your tethered nature
Fast held ‘gainst another’s swollen gestures.
And still it lingers
and still it wanders
and still it wonders
Till it wonders no more.

I wonder,
Though I wander no more.

Answers to the void…
matter not