The Words We Chose

Wincing at the prospect
Of disrobed grandiosities
Anointed in aseptic clarity
In qualitative analyses of
Ill-conceived singularities
Of appraisals in weighted
Throngs for those sparsities
In searing happenstances
Of cajoling reversals passing
In aching vertices, throbbing
In diminishing revisitations
Of bleached longings nullified
In aims at perfections.