Pain and Suffering

The larval stage that insinuates a protective agony made of silk Interlaces incipience quilted diametrically Which twitches against cogitation and reasoning closing in... The same as guilt Or what guilt started as. Unforeseen contingency's photo flash An illusion based on disappointment. Crime. Each searching for a way to Each searching for a way to multiply Or the beauty to escape life's cocoon without wings. Moving without strings guided towards confusion. The maze made of milk. So I tell myself, "Everything will be OK." But why do I feel worthless... When what I'm getting is good for me? Surprise! Feelings don't change until you do Society fakes the facade as usual And crime stays... So I use words as wings and fly, fly away. 2/4/2016