Catalyst

At the axis we find a source of decay and the blight spreads

What are we left with, to govern the arid and depleted?

we wander as white  maggots wiggle in empty sockets

Modicum mutter takes a seated journey

I can’t help that I harvest disdain for silly games

Instructing comportments like a marionette

there’s a catalyst formed in calamity and it leads us to dolor

Fallout drags in my mouth like a mound of worms

Jumbling up  word salad with lost cognition

How can anyone peg the sequences anymore

Something has surely  hijacked my cerebral functions

Behind my eyes I’m unable to recognize

Though I must say candidly, I couldn’t care less