Praeludium - Unprocessed

Like begun and never

Thought through to the end

Like never really finished

Disclosed and cold

And left to itself

Churned and dumped down

Again and again

Eyes that watch

But cannot understand

Lips that speak

But do not tell

Blood and interior

To much that begun

Like justification

Through violence

Reflecting shadows that

Like echoes, do not

Return from their borders

Of sanctity

Disrupted comparisons

Between perception and

Comprehension

Fertility

Mass ungainly

Glances disembowelling

Sufficiently

Enough