While Shuttered Up Inside

While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy Snug Air Conditioned Demesne... Analogous to my boyhood cosseted and bereft, I assay to poetically elucidate how majority of mine years found me deft keeping danger at bay only thru the pour substitute of my imagination remaining safe within the causeway of a quasi Norman Rockwell picturesque unblemished near utopian day, where trumped up "FAKE" danger stoked courtesy of anticipatory anxiety didst essay when pinhead size pores faux stressed every epidermal square inch populating skin oozing perspiration along I-59 pro Roman lix spittle sweaty freeway precipitated, via illusory mailer daemons unavoidably pitching me into an inescapable fray unlike late twenty somethings (Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan, whose cruel fate at the hands of Isis militants published online by Irish Times), evinced carpe diem existential Great Gatsby live life to the fullest created an extraordinary journey (now forever immortalized as daring adventurist trekkers) with ample horseplay deliberately, egregiously, fanatically and wantonly killed, when purely exalting in zest promulgated by indomitable spirit found me choked up, a baby boomer i.e. west tern civilized married bloke, who opted to die vest away from blatant uncertainty never daring to experience unrest outside a severely circumscribed perimeter, exempt from a life and death litmus test, where very little harm extant, when taking repast or rest only ushering, venturing, and taking, sans quotidian cerebral quest ensconced within four walls without nary a pest except...pet peeves of mine within psyche built a nest, nonetheless hounded by many a vicious beast whose predatory cannibalistic feast comprises thine psychological state greased with until mortality expires, asper being temporarily lend leased.