Words crash and spill across the page,
a burgeoning plague in a wicked jitter.
Symbols refuse their grand destiny,
denying the absolute truth I demand.
A cranky existence plays its cruel joke
within the logic of an absurd universe.
Blind to moral order, illusions fade away;
good and bad dissolve into a breaking heart.
Is this some form of monumental distress,
where malevolence echoes and anchors the dark.
Where are the words to soothe and comfort?
Yet the search continues through fields of muddle,
wandering deep into the mess, struggle, and pain.
I seek the sharp symbols that perturb,
reaching to find a fresh approach.
