documentation internment

Documentation internment
Prison middling text-lines of fields of concept containment
We bracket in our feelings, the meaning is a wrenching prey-thing
Contortion wailing under retention, detention and attempt at arresting vacillation
Signifiers fall scorch-fried with input
How is it our words could fall, did they ever really stand for anything at all?

We try to push/plunge/pursue a significance to our signified
Words are not their subjects, are they even close if the chasm is unbridgeable?

Tetra-dextrous collusion of sodom-phonic hedonism
Lather egotistical aspirations, forgo perspiration and engender
Engender those days we remember
Clutch, touch such roughage and pearled wonderment

I had a dream last night where everything meant something
Everyone was thinking, everyone was thinking
I had a dream last night where nothing was in vain
This morning’s not the same, this morning’s not the same
I lost a dream this day, spoke nothing but my soul
It stripped me of my shoal, it offered up a hole

Whisper all the sacred blasphemes
Chatter all inane
Scream our secrets to the sun
We’ll bet to see who’s sane