Awake sleeper for the dullness of your pain inflicts severe,
Falling into a catapult, the whiplash isolates your demeanor,
Sent flying into the air, this is not levitation, that is for the pure,
Angry, cold, and wet, something inside demands venting,
You have many things to say, then keep quiet, let it rest,
A time removed from grace, allowing transference, segregation,
To be alone amidst the inner flurry, the detachment denounced by others,
Eyes focused upon the ceiling, cloudy thoughts remain unclear, immobility,
Mystery refrains within a sacrifice to rewards, this is not a time of good feelings,
Broken, sore, and beaten, the lower back announces retribution, violent lashings,
Mortification brutally imposes self-awareness, humility begets honesty, remorse,
God chisels away sin by allowing sin immersion, knowing who you are, over saturation,
Dissatisfaction produces proper discernment when satisfaction reveals sickness,
The calling of the nightingale, a pelican piercing herself, songs outside ourselves,
Like a funnel cloud, hysterical backwards advancing, altering everything upon the path,
This is the moment built upon by previous moments inexplicably leading to further…