An Exhumation

Angry sea-beasts iodize
the causality in protractive
failure

Every essential crumb is
swept clean, even those
to redirect from dire seams

Satiate our timelines in
hard-blent wiry gates, allowing
limited opportunity for diversified
expanding quests of thought

Radiate the inner pulse
in reflections so grand,
one must hesitate, to believe
something so true
could be stirred from someone
so otherwise predictable