A muddled magnitude of a mess,
Strewn over misled mixed-up minds,
Thoughts of disorganized distress,
Fraught from fradulant finds.
Chaotic clutter conciousness,
Clogging clear-eyed conviction,
Squeamish from this sickness,
Of confusing contradiction.
Mortal mouths dribble mire,
That amass in wretched wounds,
Eliciting fervid fire,
Of agony fine-tuned.
Longing for a little light,
To clear away the clamor,
Unveiling vivid sight,
To remove this heavy armor.
