out of disdain
i've not named
this inane maze
each day legs
and mind muddles through,
organic digression
a duress addiction,
whose dead end
won't offset
frozen means-
outwitting self in
scheming reversals,
frequent leaf-turns,
sidetracked aspirations;
may repeated pacing
this punish puzzle
make nuclear heat
and melt a portal
from frying pan comfort
to new trial by fire
in hell's second level
