These Words

These words are intended
To illuminate and instigate
Despite or perhaps in spite of
Your thoughts and deeds:
Without murderous malice
Or even a false hope
Of reprieve
Because you claim
With so much passion
To understand.

Underlined, undefined
Depth with no consequence
Or recourse or cause
Undermined, ill defined.

These words are meant
To pierce the darkness
And penetrate the furthest recesses
That are prone to resist
Yet persist
To regurgitate nothing
But old views
That only ever expose
The infantile expression
Of your aggression,
Defeated in repose.

Underlined, undefined
A life without relevance.

Past indiscretions encompass
Who the I is in your mind
So we fail again
Always the same
Empty gestures in vain.

Underlined, undefined
Consciousness without presence.

Searching to find
A lasting distraction
Unrelated to substance
Or distance and your mind:
And inconsequence becomes
One sublime measure
Of creative impurity that reveals
Neither a glimpse nor insight.

Underlined, ill-defined
Living without meaning
And intent or consequence
Undermined, in your mind.