The Big P

the big P it was in it’s own proud prominence the path that entered your world innocent ruled by beast brawn blood pressed in tensile tension awakening in sleep asleep in wakening a one note song spewed from a two sphered voice spiraling into the fulcrum of your fecundity it was in it’s own stuttering singularity a part pieced partly from paltry presumptions petulant pursuits penetrating into palsy perturbed then pallid plucked pruned passed into peculiarity punctured pitied perplexed into perpetuity trapped in pubescent possibility perambulating at the periphery of your heart just beyond the miracle of profundity.