Carnal Proxy

The lackluster of tiny intentions sets the sky on fire,
Mocking the corpses of antiquated dreams
De-evolving I count to ten,
Reverberating in the rhythm of acquiescence.

Vacillating between patched flaws and cryptic affectation,
The heavens shudder, crackling in morbid superiority,

I collapse inside.

Liquid gauze facilitates my wit,
Lynching carnal deeds with putrid ardor,

I am desensitized.

Staggering downward,
Implicit needs scorch writhing tongues,
Demanding compensations; quintessence in nature,

I am left almost empty.

The dancing hues of diminutive desires breed, rearing parasitic ambiguity.
Extinguishing disparagements of effervescing auras flicker and die,
Smothering the flames of distinctness amid a haze of audacity,
Casting away the last shredded ounce

of pretense,

I die once more.