Totem Skin longing leans and beckons

Longing
in the details
of thought reflective
Steal a compound
(of) extinct objective
Dampened server
of past resentment
Coercive lingo,
these unversed sentences
Gazing at foggy mental images
in which creating a home limited
and this bestridden and narrow world
hints towards unrest unfurled
Lost to time
Mundane action,
tampered living,
given plain direction;
Cull abjection,
come by default
of counting every second;
Never let go
the ceasar that is
a prior age affection
for fairer views
out from the place
where longing leans and beckons
Let time
Dwindle into
Itself,
come to its end
Tilt you
effervescent
head back,
laugh at the sky
Laugh at the sky
Died out ideal staking
Adverse frugality
Senses always aching
Longing for a fantasy
Head back;
Laugh at the sky