The Blatancy of Fulfillment

Cracks, sordid away lay with them down secure all Sound the anchors, lord knows forsent these, did I list them I crown the passenger With shallow dismay With shallow dismay Residence in true vacuums forlorn in triumph and envy sheer cliffs drop full of thorny stone pride Red wept in pools Right where I’ve been in familiar lands and different times all saken and respected forgotten in turn for the blatancy of fulfillment Overwhelmed with mental stench and sickness of sound dredging and wading through skullections