What Lies Beneath

Death shrouds each ancillary moment Pain lashed without reason A blind game against the sun Humans turn against dirt Where they search Thoughtless configuration My sense Of cryogenic soul hovering Imbuing fluids, mystery without expression And creasing against The wind of ideas My only source of direction When you speak germane Fertilizer falls out With no patience To encircle the pants You left trailing behind Instead a tumor grows Simultaneously banished And buried under the surface Without recognition