Unborn Contortion Poem by Vision Ghost

Condoned these anxiety’s as I taste the salt thus fallen to the back of my throat
I want to grip this fear in fists of fire and bleed the breaking skin as blood doth float
A tendency to rip to the soul and cleanse with flame abolish all cowardice rendered
To touch that which reaps the pain and feel the furies anthologies so distempered

A congregation of many souls that I was and forever shall be in acknowledgment
To transfix the authorities of thought modelled from a carving of this cement
As I perspire blood which yields the pathways to purest absolute enlightenment
Bears no witness to the false court room order of a legitimist imprisonment

For the common word in thousands, contorts perspectives of the multi shrouds
Of shadows cast be the blind ignorance outdone by the fire of intelligent crowds
Yet I drink thy venom as of copper coin induction for the drunkenness of reality
As the swirl of violent storms find my minds solemn unframed dynasty in such duality

As of a being for unborn intelligence in masterful congruence to physical recognition
Twitch and play wild in the waters of the womb feeding nourishment for congregation
Of intracellular acknowledge of the conjoined and divisions beyond that of just genetics
Split cell from the nature of power beyond the grasp of fathomed human articulates

So lost is a minimal transmission in such configuration of anointing egg to species
Where hence be the power of the dividing of my anatomy as nature so specifies
To the society unyielding to suggestion of the glow of commercial blind acceptance
Walking forth through the ferocity of rain as so many words stretched endurance

With the growing unseen sanctity so reaches poignancy of nature’s perfection
Forces the embellishment of tear’s to the guilty eyes seeing too much in sensation
To the realism of us all whether tethered to honesty of all we witness by own hand
Reap the shadow of a memory that will never leave you like a stain upon your land

As I am crushed to reveal the inner sanctum of comprehensive filaments so due
In word or of a language’s concoctions for the eyes and inner monologue drew
Is an absolute rule of contortion for a language unbridled, unlimited so unexplored
The conclusion and personal translation of yet many languages are never foundered