Byrons Lemming Stops At Brink To Have A Think

Wage rage get out of my cage

Byrons lemming twitches
with horror & glee,
love & death
fetches bewitches

Extracts acuteness
from desire
in perpetual industry.

Cuts open my throat
to feed its hungry fishes,
biting biting.

Wage rage
get out of my cage
terse and estranged
buffering suffering

Splitting pitting
to let it out
voice & scream
of a wild & frantic fatalism.

& perfume the gloom
sorrow & nil
raiding the kill.

A rainbow of wound
clinging to sighs
enflames my soul

With fatal allures,
& drunk with fury
melds into sorrow.

Learn to make use of ?
let rise
to an everlasting last breadth -

Burning yearning
hocus focus
a dizzying backslide 
(again & again).

Shimmering shadowy resilience
divine mortification !
tears-lust-pride —

Monstrous & prickly-sweet,
the rakish toll 
a battle surfeit.

Liquidus & the sharp-eyed
arrive alongside 
to scatter sweet hell  
eternalizing where I fell.