Spoken Poem "Constants"

Constants

Unseen feeling’s proceed steeply. Reestablishing a scene, bittersweet. Seeing the scene careen, brought to one knee. Repeat proceed repeat proceed established. A constant. Though there are pauses creeping biweekly there's absentee in this attendee. Normality fails unless fleeting had been agreed by parties other than me. For once a new scene has been dulled, though some will stroll overall the taste remains. Parallels brought forth perpetually generally.

Where are you? Chancellor, controller collaborate, my storyteller. To look over forever cycles. Uncontrolled pockets, unparalleled isotropous. Though the word might not stop turning, settle, my indifference has started. Muffled by boredom or effort offset, listen to me effulgence, listen effectively now. This circle you put me through, a cycled enclosure of similar stories to stand-offish outcomes. It all orbits me. Obsession you must confess, I press. You do this for you or me? An enclosure close to some cages in size. More room to spread and to grow . . . Do you mind . . . ?

Your constant ignorance and fleeting benevolence hurts. Sleeplessness is evident, peacekeeping something shaping out malevolence. Get me out of the ecliptic you replay nightshade. Paralysis of will, hallucinations of fleeting change, confusion on your actions and death an unfavorable end to the arch. As I get on two knees . . . I see it . . . A constant.