Poem From the Underground

In a cataclysm of noise There is a shivering, a shuttering Teeth like a hot white flash Something more desperate than anticipation Something more intimate than patience More temporal than echoing hallways Abysmal in their symmetry In a cacophony of white spaces Unspoken paper secrets are fluttering Wet wings of newbirth Stick limbed Bright eyed Item of time Engaged with its own endangerment Attached to its own cobwebbing mortality Splinters of consciousness Slipped and devoured Stuck between teeth Something more desolate than suffering Something more innate than longing The missing of mind The traipsing of time Identity inbound Distraught outbound flagellation Passing, unidentifiable shapes The occluder of competence Word webs weaving their way between coherent musings My how beautiful it must be this place Something quieter than transcendence Something more tempting than flavor Tongue, like warm wet choking Result of this godsend of synaptic activity Intent on fleeing Flying Dying More agitation than curated direction Contact of brain tongue and mind Severance and mutability Somewhere probably Pace keeper And future maker Somehow definitely Deliberate action Becoming convulsion Thought: more echo than narration The thread is somewhere Probably Stuck between teeth A hot white flash Splintering Unspoken This mincing of mind