Obviously

I promenade through passages
Of crusted, concrete memory
And revel in plasticity

The silent, satin shackle
That binds my heart absurdly;
Ingratiates my privacy

Our mutual psychoses,
Festooned in stately pageantry;
Liberates my lethargy

In tilted shades of
Symmetry I relish,
Apoplectically

Moments squandered
Recklessly—void of
Needed harmony

I languish—faded
Aimlessly
Intent on inane,
Ecstasy