Untaethered

Layer upon mushy layer 
of sentiment, slowly accuming 
The cold dark depths of my
Subconchness
 Patrifying
My shells of fear, falsilized
There they lie
Until the end of the age.
Orieginally bored, accidentally ostralized.
Ghast to the fore, wends
a homeless roamadic
Untaethered to the maternial world
A shovel of this mote, recoil
I lose the slippery bounds of worth
My widening ire spun to the
Deep blue wonder

(Aug 27, 2015)