Plummeting (word palindrome)

Love—
By lost, lost love
I bore pain unbearable.
Piercing—Pounding, Thrashing—Tearing
Why, why, why?
Though I cry, tear and spasm,
Scream and tremble, shake and cry!
Why, why, why?
Infested love by tortured hearts,
Malignant now— emotions are ripe.
Pierced is flesh as I scream,
Gnashing of incantations
Baring patriarchal zeal—
Maternal passions,
So feral are mounted echoes
Birthing love…
I cry —do or die—
Song: Fetal bastions of sanctuary;
Graceful echoes of love birthing hopes
For all.
Love is pain,
Pain is cleansing,
Cleansing is purity,
Purity is holy,
Thus: Love is holy—
Sanctified and pure, pure and cleansed.
I weep and scream, I cry and weep
Therefore:  Cleansing is pain.
Why ask I —again—
Vividly imbued love offers forceful pain,
Shattered hope a writhing light,
Tortured and vague are silhouettes ill-often dignified,
Gain what —what love or hate— why?
Entwined and wrapped are emotions,
Woven tightly, tightly woven,
Eyes do speak, whisper and call—
Tears dripping and heaves sobbing,
Now though Joyous moments, I recall!
Blossoms gold and moons silver shining, the—
See
Trembling in honest happiness,
See
Shaking in triumphant, so is love
See
Powerful are potions mixed in love,
Gifted now.
Sweet Roses of innocence and,
Tender Lilies of fields,
Rare moments of passion,
Lost now are darkened hours—
Elegant Orchids of purity and,
Teasing Poppies of passion,
Extraordinary seconds of heat,
Lost now are darkened days—
Bound are emotions within flowers:
The Gladiolus, Iris and Lisianthus, Tulip
The Liatris, Delphinium and Daffodil, Chrysanthemum
The Bouvardia, Alstroemeria and Anthurium, Gerbera…
Flowers sweet and innocent amid life.
Why, why, why?
Frail are flowers, frail is love, frail is pain, frail is life—
For balanced we are, wedged
Near is love and life, near is pain withered and diseased.
Mortal are which passions or,
Fatal now which lives,
Unpardonable are which duties?
Why scream I, why weep I,
Why beg I, why, why, why?
Shifted is life, drifted and gone—
Sail forever to:
High mountains and deep pits,
Ancient forests and buried sands,
Lofty moons and silted steppes…in…
Where and why, when and who?
All tumble, fumble and fall,
Shift, tilt and spiral, dip,
Up and down, left and right,
~Plummeting~
Right and left, down and up,
Dip, spiral and tilt, shift,
Fall and fumble, tumble all.
Who and when, why and where?
In… steppes silted and moons lofty,
Sands buried and forests ancient,
Pits deep and mountains high—
To forever sail?
Gone and drifted, life is shifted,
Why, why, why— I beg why,
I weep why, I scream why!
Duties which are unpardonable?
Lives which are now fatal,
Or passions which are mortal?
Diseased and withered pain is near, life and love is near,
Wedged, are we balanced for
Life is frail, pain is frail, love is frail, flowers are frail—
Why, why, why?
Life amid innocent and sweet flowers:
Gerbera, Anthurium and Alstroemeria, Bouvardia the
Chrysanthemum, Daffodil and Delphunium, Liatris the
Tulip, Lisianthus and Iris, Gladiolus—
Flowers within emotions are bound!
Days darkened are no lost—
Heat of seconds extraordinary,
Passion of Poppies teasing,
And purity of Orchids elegant…
Hours darkened are now lost—
Passion of moments rare,
Fields of Lilies tender,
And innocence of Roses sweet…
Now gifted—
Love in mixed potions are powerful
See
Love is so triumphant in shaking
See
Happiness honest in trembling,
See
The shining silver moons and gold blossoms!
Recall I, moments joyous, though now
Sobbing heaves and dripping tears,
Call and whisper, speak do eyes—
Woven tightly, tightly woven,
Emotions are wrapped and entwined.
Why hate or love— what, what gain?
Dignified often ill silhouettes are vague and tortured,
Light writhing: a hope shattered.
Pain forceful: offers love imbued vividly.
Again, I ask why?
Pain is cleansing.  Therefore:
Weep and cry I, scream and weep I—
Cleansed and pure, pure and sanctified.
Holy is love.  Thus:
Holy is purity,
Purity is cleansing,
Cleansing is pain,
Pain is love.
All for
Hopes birthing love of echoes graceful
Sanctuary of bastions fetal song…
Die or do?  I cry!
Love birthing
Echoes mounted are feral, so
Passions maternal
Zeal— Patriarchal baring
Incantations of gnashing:
Scream I as flesh is pierced.
Ripe are emotions now malignant,
Hearts tortured by love— infested.
Why, why, why?
Cry and shake, tremble and scream,
Spasm and tear, cry I though,
Why, why, why?
Tearing—Thrashing, Pounding—Piercing,
Unbearable pain bore I,
Love lost, lost by
Love…