Wasted Wreck

The conceptualized premise 
and query, as to the proper protocol 
     of how to write something
             pure, offers the capacity 
      to alter one’s life 

 A mountain of fork scraped off food
    not completely devoured

Pages from a blank indigo velvet   
   journal with desire to be written 
       inside of, as long as each word 
   is unwasted. Gratitude for passion 
unfettered in fact, wait, perhaps 
more profound. To evoke the dragon 
   that awakes from a dormant 
        fortnight. 

What occurs when wasted time 
    spent in a bedazzled oubliette,
a dungeon and tower, one symbiotic
   beast. Thought corpses cracks 
      because fear manifested in lieu
   of love. 

  Wasted time
        appreciate the lesson

         wasted regret
     appreciate the torrent 
   dragon scales begin to coat 
 my entire body. These scales 
    each individual one moves 
   with visceral expression 
      transitions — reset 

  Once black, dark, disguised
now levelled in a manner conducive 
    to strength and not oblivion 

 Wasted time 
   is the most egregious
 that dialogue waste 
    when all the clipped 
 lush language falls 
    promises of a better way  
promises to release 
    from the confines 
  of one’s most true soul
      fear is never viable 
  love in its purest shape