Complications are the foundation on which I’ve built my crumbling house of cards.
Extricating the savor of nonchalant criticism of derelict absolution requires
tenfold the trial and error assumption that I devote some metaphoric championing of whittled
away jargon to tempt me to the side of anarchical defiance. A hole in roof to peek at the sun?
Ha! A speck of time takes on the jacket of solvency in error of corrupt manipulations of perspective.
Dare me to commit to the rifle’s tongue! The quick maiden hastens to the whiskered cat’s frolic
and redux posh sanguinity and the boiled over kettle is again reduced to a mere bowl of gruel.
Stage my contempt for afterthought of resilience to backlash poignancy.
Say no more to the giant’s tongue lashing, for to slay the beast I require but two steps into the devil’s doorway!- Sinz