The Unhomely Within

'Tween subliminal strands rose the ever-worn frame,
And seized me, through dreary decade that separates,
Frozen ores of old from thus I - dissolved and tame;
Such it'd streamed to sense! Now the mind hesitates...

To bear this burden of homely lies, to return,
To inert abyss, fickle narratives that churn,
Round the prodigious child; o' all fortunes thenceforth,
Be surely traced to this wretched undergrowth!

Yet I watched - mysteries abound in his eyes they say -
In hope I learn pleasures of the guilty ways,
Anchor my weightless self to doldrums these,
And brace baby tales of sweet idiosyncrasies?

O' senses shan't oblige! O' seizures shall fall!
To the amoeboid stare framed, o' its features appall,
Like bastardly spectres, spell present's withdrawal;
But I in nameless waters trail... here never was.