unutterable

you believe you are not
superficial
but you are mired in it.
yes...the juvenile,
but not so chaste...
they prey there
for the timorous,
the simply doltish,
the tartly piquant,
the covertly amorous...
those sweaty, palsied
wielders
of axes and other dandy
artistic engines.
should all this be despised
or pitied?
you have no idea just how
many years (yes EONS!)
you have trod
through corridors
in my aching mind.
you have ambled slow
and lazily through
meadows there.
contrived stairways
to scale star-crowned
mountains.
you are armed
but your weapon is slung
across your back,
easing for employment.
and i...i have
become ensnared in
all this circumlocution.
anchoresque bonds which
burn away and reform
without end.
and the resulting
plethoric embers
cannot be cudgeled
to ashes.
perhaps a lack
of effort?
maybe one day
i will fashion
an enchanting inferno.
all the right words
won't always be known,
but the features playing
in those flames will
be phenomenal...
such entertaining undertakings.