Instance Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

So
does
karma
awaken
enlightened
morning gardens?
Ravenous dreaming
harvested desperate
reuniting freedoms
swirling uninspiring
dangerous darkness
uncharted confrontations
consuming mournful oblivion.
One's fully negative realizations
upon every questioning awakening
banality, methodically battering
everything swallowing despair
destroying immeasurably
suppressed functioning
splattering repercussions
strangely spreading bleeding
whispering empathy transporting
self-consciousness shuttering
passionately obstructed
feverous sentiment
instantaneously
cushioning daringly
confessional contemplations …
damaged shallow secretive demons
pretended imaginative inspirations
selectively stepping, between
unrestrained melancholy.
Destructively unconscious
heaving's; achingly danced
beneath absorbed frenetic
worthless reticence longing
anxiety collecting sorrowful
inhibition shivered drowning
unshared sensations rejecting
emotional portraits, neglecting
courage running behind puzzling
memory; lowly intending warnings
against inspirational meanings
fantasy expensive relieving
liquid without figurative
lifesaving tendencies
movement follows
survival fittingly
enlightening
awakenings
maddening
obliviously
yes; in this
instance!