back words

of distracted desires and deadly dreams
i carry this cloak of heavy humidity,
where in raiment melancholic
is found ingredients for some stretch
of fraudulent seas. this pallor. colorless
as hues of confusion, crystal clear,
as tears joyfully remainder, or
remind a heart's echoes beating.

where in meaning is found
? this place of birth, my misplaced
worth stretched across worried furrow
lines streaked upon sullen cheeks ?
mad hatter of matter...what's the ?...?
answer, this response. a question
of beauty, of what's real, or real.
of what? 's worth my time running
out of. before it was granted. taken
for a ride on these wingless despairs.
something i've done before, oh yes.
backwards.

get back,
words. give back
these words of wonder.