Personally Plausible

In fundaments, I plummet

Into a deep dark luring pit that may let

Trusting that travels will end any place in minute

Through bright scattered beams of light that invade and assault

A slate wiped clean, leaving not a patch of grey

A cloud of steam, a freckle of grime

A speck of dust or a lump season to identify as before

Finally unchained to sour endeavours

Torment, indifference and indecent sordid ways

To my accounts and credits and notes on arts and change

Here I should preach what I consider universal fairness

 It is not the first you have heard of two stray walks

But could it be that some still have yet to be clued

A putrid bitter species of fruit forgave

Letting taste, I saw Thee impeccable

Traits finite and the littlest vast

Cosmic, life most certainly may be

If it be sounded in a growled mirrored figure

Events, moments, decisions made root forerunners

And tied together in a cosmic psycho chain phenomena  

We prove sum to this cause

And henceforth create our own light and darkness

Throughout the waste it is all conscious

We are not the rulers our lives, but fate may linger in our tips

Hope yet have I been to daunt

Your dual nature to capture and taunt

Spell prospects long ruminate to one sigh

A bounty strong fish mash you gave but in faint

And once set to engulf its waves and oceans

Have I not poured to soil my truest rendering?

You set me to travel in roam

Why to discover my good rest puzzle

So to defeat the entity to which all intellects muffle

And to which I have grown mania courtships that remain

Instinct, conscience, sceptics and forethought all submit shame

That held priority to the rest of my chores

I bent compass-wise, yet unsure of my way

An awaited sight to make of what is under veil

A promise that there my sweet

Shall you find a white heart?