Mundanity Doth Not Spell Ennui

Nor do I feel free akin to noble savage (gratis to Jean Jacques Rousseau) completely unfettered, and able lee to fend off unseen banshee, comically swatting for all to see, though today February Eighth, 2019 quite similar (i.e. dime a dozen) to many previous twenty four hour blocks of time, herewith metering poetic testimony hashing out another rhyme, I feel considerably less mindful, as if complicit in a major crime, (yes absolutely more remorseful regarding entire lifetime of indifference) prime err rilly linkedin into call lapsed shoulder shrug, shrink into self, or other convenient pantomime schizoid personality disorder diagnosis, asper this pronounced emotional detachment more painfully clear climb ming pyramid of self actualization - engendered through longtime therapy in tandem with half dozen prescription medications and cathartic, holistic, therapeutic...pastime writing poems delving into scarred psyche aftermath years burned by quicklime writhing, when aware impacted me now evincing unrepentant blank affect behavior couched, established, fostered during in utero stage, characteristics manifested by full termtime tidbits shared by parents chime how my body tensed like tightly wound coil before schooltime reinforced destructive coping skills resident in this older chap aroused during bedtime poking, seeping, violating...dreamtime.