Eluding My Ressurection

Eluding My Ressurection Eluding the proposition of more work to be done Prelude to the inquisition that is blocking out the sun I can only conclude that the ammunition was hard fought and won While the interlude for the intermission has only just begun Statutory situations from behind a judges bench presiding Defamatory imitations that aren’t worth justifying Auditory insinuations that see a person testifying Crematory conflagrations that are somewhat death defying Intercontinental ballistic missiles heading for a major city Coincidental trajectories on the inside that are the opposite of pretty Environmental projectiles that leave humans loitering in complicity Developmental officials that stunt the growth of those without pity Acrimonious altercations that leave you shocked and stunned Parsimonious purification that has men reaching for their guns Disharmonious communications that make you feel inclined to run Sanctimonious salutations that remove the laughter from the fun Aberrations of contemplations that leave my thinking incomplete Abdications of compensations that keep you working on your feet Complications of innovations that seem to be headed for defeat Combinations of annotations that keep your words strong enough to compete Augmentation of technological conversations altered for their privilege and stature Conflagrations of mythological consternations that have people waiting for the rapture Insinuations of psychological manifestations that make you feel like you are captured Constellations of astronomical configurations that engender awe and enrapture I’m hoping that the tides will flow in favour of my direction While eloping from the slides that show my wanting predilection For downward sloping motions that grow upward in their redirection As they live while coping in the know of my resurrection The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz