One Ill Fated Syllabation

...At this evening nigh tide--reptilian brain

bites back instinctually.

I am forgiven in all Houses...all postulations 

bloat these blue veins.

Daguerreotype pictures cake their ashen

backdrop that assures the comely smile

of cosmic forebearance.

One ill  fated syllabation and these lips would  

dematerialize.

Not for the entrained speakeasy of spotlit here

and now...but the energistic pulse tugged at

both ends of tongue.

The final straw struck back to ingratiate the greatest

of pilgrimages. 

Konstantinos Mark