Horizon-Locked

Disruption, combustion stranger than fiction
In my diction.
Blasting ground, laid deep, hatch a scheme into break
Earth-shake.
Quaking in reception of Titan's rejection
Planted by the Gods, chilly day coming.

I seeded my infertility into selfish-secure usability
And sequestered, perennial form
These last two years.
I betrayed the innocence of a fertile surgery
To relinquish the power of limitless force

Running to safety in nets as prisons.
Such limitations are the motherhood of expression.
Guided form, molded function
Mechanistic elaboration.

Witness, the dawn, of creature's form.
Heralded in the fossil-song of ages lasting into present.
Retreat in mild alarm at the sky falling in as Atlas breaks free
To rejoin as a source to battling, battles of brimstone.
Inherited reversals in actual imbibing textuality

That retracts at serpent diction, in genuine mechanistic,
But to the meta-fiction all clean, no blood,
Hardly know it's a surgeon's scalpel.
That they retract the organ
And secretly the craft-work divinity bleeds out
In their arts arts arts science art.

I withdraw my statement
Of derailment
Into inception
Of continent's demise
Such is a region of well-functioning, yes, conscripted mind.